and suddenly all i am aware of is the need
to fucking scream,
to tear this world to shreds
with my bear hands
and watch it flitter into the void
like sparks from a bonfire,
like dust;
to rip my body in two,
and bleed,
and feel my soul at once liberated
and diminished into the sky.
now i can only see through the gaps
in the tongues of flames
that dance before my eyes,
and now that i know
what it is like to feel again,
(for i was sure i had forgotten),
i long for those times
when i was hollow.
i ache with fire,
built on numb sparks,
and am slowly becoming cinders.
i want to scream.
