between you and rage there is a woman
by Selene Jiang-Qin
Selene Jiang-Qin (she/her) is a rising senior at Lick-Wilmerding High School. Aside from writing, she enjoys designing animations and video games. She also loves trying different potato chip and Cheez-It flavors.
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Joy is for my girls.
Not joy shaded by contours
of suffering the sun needs
no darkness to make it brighter
But Joy
Pink powdered perfectly
Dusted confectionate Joy
Sparkles everywhere sparkles
never seen again
Shimmering frilly frothy lace
Frivolous and petty kind of
Joy
Joy never worth writing about
Joy slipped between giggles
And gossip and petticoats
And petite finger sandwiches II.
Joy impish like the vapor of my girls rage for joy.
Tea dissipating into perfumed airs silly silly stupid rage and her
Grosgrain taffeta chiffon tears betray her with each wavering
breath scream and scream and scream
Cheeky pecks and blown kisses
worthless joy Rage
shallow granular fleeting freeing apologetic trembling and yoked
Silly silly stupid Joy useless destructive rage
fuze lit and tick tick ticking
a bomb no one fears
but her it thuds syncopating
to hoofbeats below her navel kind of
rage
Rage like a river
that will never stop flowing
to fill a silence whose thirst
thirst will never be quenched
why is she screaming and crying
grow up you dumb bitch
fury tearing her throat like
flotsam jetsam her diaphragm
lips hollow and silence speaks into
her. worthless rage
slaughters joy like joy savors
silly silly stupid rage.