A slice of spoken word 2: "Bite Me"

I think everyone has had those moments in their marriage where they get so fed up and so stressed out because of finances and other outward stresses pressing their way into the walls of the home...some until the structure implodes.

Bite my tongue because

I'm tired of gashing away at the

meat of it...

attempting not to

say what comes to mind because...

sometimes

I forget I'm a lady.

I forget my femininity and I

simply wanna cuss you out.

But truly,

I'm soft...bite me like

teeth on glass...

leaving only indentations of your molars.

I wanna

tell you where to go and

how to get there, wanna

tell you how many coves of carnality to

dive into.

I wanna scream and holler at you,

cuss at you,

beat small fists upon big burly chest

on you...

sometimes

I wish I were a man

just so I could fight you.

Bite me,

I hope the bitterness bites back to the point that

your mouth bleeds and will not concede from the pain

for days and days.

Bite me, I hope my

tissues make you choke and if they

find their way to your digestive system...

I hope you get botulism...I hope that

the parasitic bullshit you've subjected me to

seeps directly into your stomach lining...

bite me, my dear....

just bite me.