guerre dissous (war dissolved)

My fight is with myself.

My screams echo back at me.

Turning and multiplying within themselves.

They tear my skin.

Rip the flesh from my bones.

Dry my tears the way flames would.

I am comforted.

Wrong.

I am empty.

There is nothing.

The burden of my rage swept away.

There is no thing left.

And in this shell I find peace.