MIGRATION
Feminine Rage
Isabella Bradley
It is bared teeth
Fists clenched as juice drips down her knuckles
Fragrant and rich and red
Pouring endlessly from the wounds her nails create.
It is gasping.
It is claws tearing up her throat
Hands gripping and shaking her lungs
Fingerprints burning into her skin.
It is years of oppression.
It is his hand pushing her head under the waves
Forcing salt water into her lungs
Just so he can breathe.
It is ruthless.
It is a tongue that has bled too many times
Teeth piercing it like gates
Restraining the beast that is her voice.
It is unhinged.
It is tears of rage
Oceans erupting from her throat
Beyond her control.
It is condemnation.
It is persecuting her
For the same actions he commits
Without blinking an eye.
It is relentless.
It is years of anger
Years of shoving down emotions
That never felt the breath of air.
It is disobedience.
It is releasing this anger
Like the beast from a cave
Slashing away chains
And whispering
‘Be free.’
That is feminine rage.
