I swallow the rage, I bury it deep,
But vengeance festers where no one can creep.
You'll never see it—no flash, no snarl—
Just the quiet descent of a soul gone feral.

Hurt me, and something shifts in my core,
The meekness melts, and mercy's no more.
I am the nightmare that waits in the tame—
And when I bare my teeth, you'll forget my name.

— Forget My Name , 10/3/24