hostile body

in the mornings when the air is just cold enough the breeze is just right, frozen I feel the dew drops collecting in my eyes I feel them when they fall down my face I feel them when they freeze into little crystals they fall onto the ground and shatter, slicing anything that touches them they're hostile, because they come from me I bleed anger I cry anger I scream anger my bones are made of anger the roots of my hair are angry they're angry because I force them to change so much I force them to change because I do not want to be this I want to change myself in every way possible