Resurfaced Thoughts

I’m not a chronic profanity abuser
but I woke up this morning like:
eff it.

Like someone with an aura,
dark and pompous
intentionally
walked on my white carpet
with muddy stilettos
and then apologized disingenuously.

Remnants of painful memories
abruptly incensed me.
So, I hit the DMX playlist, and

waited

for someone
to give me a reason.