Rinsing my emotions down the drain
is like convincing Thor to put down his hammer.
I’ll do it
reluctantly and sometimes violently,
turning the tap on fully so that water spits
at full pressure,
thunderous as a barbaric yawp;
it washes away everything
before I have a chance to reconsider.
I’m left as the soulless husk
they want me to be,
ready for the day’s reprogramming