From Whence They Came

By Susan Mardele

The words are for no eyes
but my own.

Burned onto the page,
pen moving with a mind of its own,

Angry thoughts and words
scrawl hard and dark,

Embossing one page
deeply into the next.

Thoughts honored as valid and important,
my mind breathes a sigh of relief.

These words and thoughts are mine alone
and do not deserve to see the light of day…

Should never reach anyone’s ears or
scorch a dear heart.

They blast from the fires of hell,
carrying certain destruction in their claws.

Mind sated, paper saturated,
here is this dark dross of no consequence.

I carry the angry words to a patch of
dry, parched ground and strike a match.

Fire curls the edges and burns bright,
taking the hot words and thoughts…

Back to the inferno from whence they came.