Gremlins.
Taking my hate out on an unsuspecting stranger.
Unaware that this isn’t my circus,
I don’t own the monkeys.
Otherwise absorbing that Flash of Rage
into oneself like an Osmosis Pity Sponge.
StoveTop Anger Stuffing.
The people from the past no longer exist-
they grew up.
So what am I holding onto?
in a heavy back pack?
Cry Bitter Indignation.
Life does not discriminate,
Everybody gets thrown overboard.
Gremlins.