UP EVERY EVENING
There is a poison in me. It scratches at my fingertips and chokes the back of my throat. It rides my thoughts and every action with a silent anger and it wants out. It is a rage that sees destruction as a means to rebuilding. Within the space of one second it wipes out this world while it makes a new one begin. I look at you and force myself to smile a little, in my mind I see you collapse and vanish along with everyone and everything. I have no heart, no lungs; my chest is so tight I can only mouth breath. The few muscles I have left will close my eyes but sleep is impossible. I go candy playing and I go rainbow chasing and I beg tomorrow to serve me better.