I could burn.
I have the time to meditate in the arms of the sun whilst she slowly peels my skin off withher fiery fingers.
(Is this erotic? Is she undressing me, but just by my skin? Is this the equivalent of alien porn?)
I have the courage to throw my head back and laugh.
(I came for relaxation but got release.)
Who knew that destruction of this nature could be such therapy?
I am the asteroid hurtling towards the earth at god knows what number of miles per hour.
I am on fire and I am smiling.
I am finding comfort in the tail of bright orange heat trailingbehind me.
I am here to bring warmth and terror.
I am here to bring the start to an end.
I am burning
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Forget The World
PoetryForget the world, Forget the people. Focus on me, Focus on you. Smile. A documentation of my deteriorating mental heath and stability through words.
