I'm completely blown away by the sheer magnificence of the rage in this poem. I love how you were able to express an anger that's almost inexpressible. It's no easy feat, and I applaud you for it! :D

How did you intend this poem, by the way? Was it something that simply HAD to be written, and here it is? Or did you intend it as a work in progress? Either way, if you're still editing this, I'd love to know more about the "she" and "he." Towards the end of the poem, I started to get that they might be the narrator's parents. Is this true? And if it is, it might be a good idea to make that clear earlier on in the poem.

This is a beautiful piece! Keep writing!

This is really good. Slightly twisted at times, but really good nonetheless.

your style, your choice of words, just EVERYTHING couldn't be more incredible. this was amazing. period. end of story.

Initial reaction: "Good God!"

Anger in poetry is always scary to me because at the time, we mean every. single. thing. we write. Okay, maybe not "we" but "me" I do.

I don't know if this is personal or happened to someone close, but I sure hope that they can get up and fight back, but if they can't...I hope they got a couple of good shots in!