Cages.

• Terry Kim, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

I spent too long
punishing you
for something you didn’t do.

I laughed
watching your lips split
like the plastic from a balloon.

I smiled
watching your eyes sink
in gushing floods of tears.

But through my blurred hazes
my anger and burning rages
I realised
that maybe our hearts
are the only monsters.

Thats why our ribs are called cages.