a bitten tongue

I have a fascist fam'ly member. Fuck

if I don't wanna fly into a rage

at every nasty, hateful thing she says.

But confrontation ain't the path to peace—

//at least......... that^s what I was raised to believe..

so, at the family reunion<<>

~/ i bite my tongue{!} bad_ enough 2 need stitches;;; +

blood fills my mouth :::: thicker (than) words | flesh* swells /\

*wider (than) vowels ((( ? )))

s i l e n c e &/or groaning only;; -

—[eyerolling]—

"i can't speak",,,,2sayanything<red-seeing<

choking back[wards] words

UNTIL.321... ?

print "tihs siht kcuf" [::-1]

! cRaSH_ouTt !

Now everybody wants apologies

including her. I'd rather chew on glass.

My sins are pride and wrath and greed. I smoke,

I drink, I curse. I'm flawed in mind and speech.

I know my demons' names, and they know me.

I've never been a saint. If hell is real,

then let my good intentions pave the way.

I'll chill with Lucifer 'til trumpets sound.

There's something that won't change in any case:

a Nazi-sympathizing piece of shit

can kiss my heathen, hell-bound ass. If that's

including you, politely eat my farts.