On Blast....

Your gaze use to blast the ridges of my uncertainty

to a smooth consistency

but I refuse to be crippled again;

recoiled into reticence

and so, I've grown a backbone

with words that stretch

long enough to slap the B.S. through your fingers

...you know

the kind that softly melted me in your bed

the kind that kept me in the rotation of your lies

submerged me in ridicule

I'm putting you on blast.
Because you're a bullshitter
and I'm done buying
your menacing degradation.

-M. Peña