Let “no” serve you.
a simple incantation of defiance
The protective curl of lips
forming a barrier,
a circle
as the tongue’s tip pushes off
the crest of a cave
from which a noise bellows out.
Starting from the pit of the stomach
fire bubbles up
through the chest, it echos out
a wave of sound
resounding off obstacles
off limitations
off bullshit;
and in it’s wake
locating only possibilities.
Caia Rose 