Passive is just the way the aggression takes hold
of the neck of frustration,
shaking it viciously
with hands of sarcasm.
Violence in the form of a teddy bear
silently plotting in the dark
to utilize all the creeping things
and boogey men
to exercise its fluffy, huggably evil will.
The mastermind composed
of fabric and cotton stuffing
bides its time
before striking at the core of its victim
by refusing to console.
The victim wails,
retreating into dark corners of the mind
where there are countless doors
to knock on to find
the hiding place.
‘Beware the jaws lined
with rows of sharp words’
written on the walls
in dripping shades.