“I no want it”
— Becca

Poisonous emotional eel

Im built to spill

These words that thrill

But lately I find they only chill

I never wanted for the way that I feel

To reach you with emotion that kill

All I can say, is that there all real

My hamsters gone crazy and so has his wheel

I pray my actions don’t break the deal

For that would be my Achilles heel

Under which my cries would turn to squeals

Brawny built just im wrapped in love and steel

Cold as ice yet not tough nor anneal

I lay in turmoil scared to death that are fate has been unsealed

And so my wounds of emotional lash will never heal