The Angry Storm Still Boils

The angry storm still boils within my blood.

The flashbacks are as vivid as ever and remain

haunted by wolves dressed in sheep's clothing.

But I will put my revenge fantasies in my stories.

My verbal tea will only spill into my poetry over

a spiced cup of herbal tea, and red velvet cake.

The naughtiest thing I will ever do is tell the truth

when the world may or may not be ready for it.

I kept a promise to you that I would never start

any drama. So I am using this as a fresh start.