Temper

by Ellie Fullwood

There’s a girl over there
With wonky teeth and a stare
And she’s looking right at me,
What does she want? The motley,
Slack jaw open, intact,
With one smack it would hang…
But no, no–
We mustn’t do that.

There’s a kid in the stairwell,
Ratty thing of just twelve,
And by God, it walks slowly
Down flights, it just tempts me
To place two hands on its shoulders,
It would tumble like boulders…
But no, no—
We mustn’t do that.

There’s a man in the mirror,
Like me but much clearer,
And there’s fear in his eyes
Of what growls down inside
It rears its head and screams louder
Begs escape from its keeper
But no, no—
We mustn’t do that.