the anger is palpable holding back a muffled urge steeliness at the back of the throat thin, silent trickles escape the emotions get denser and the dam must open to release every gallon of sadness and rage please, just fucking hold me until I stop crying
via Emptying — I Write Her
From Sarah :
I had to thick twice about posting this because of the “F” word at the end.
Sadly, It fits the desperation of the poem.