Cool eyes,
and calm face
watching the world
in the perfect mask
of another woman
waiting to see.

Nothing to see here,
nothing to notice.

You’re just watching,
just looking
at anything that might come past.

A quiet,
uninteresting,
yet cautious painted expression
of
“everything is fine.”

Yet beneath the surface,
below where anyone can see
(or so you think)
there’s a rage of
EVERYTHING
happening so quickly you can’t keep track of it.

It’s possible your mind
is running through the same thought
for the ninetieth time today
but truly
who’s counting?

Your stare,
ever the calm, cool, collected
thoughtless
stained glass mirror

hides something so dark
and ravenous
you worry you might melt the glass
in front of you.

Is it possible for
frustration to burn hot enough
to cause the volcanic activity
inside of you
to erupt?

You hope not.

You’ve tried,
obviously,
to quell this.

To move on.

To ignore it as if it didn’t exist.

…worthless.

So here you sit,
pondering,
(sort of)
but mostly thinking that
if you open your mouth
even
a little,
something vile may come out.

No, cascade out,
in the kind of way that can only described as
word vomit

And suddenly everything will change.