I Am Human

I find my sanity in the

spaces between the white lines

and the synapses of serotonin

in my mind

 

I want to feel

I want pain

I want it to rip from me

in a scream that holds

every miniscule feeling of pain

And I want it

 

I want to bite and scratch

and hit and rip,

break glass, punch stone,

crash my car,

feel something break 

my skin to remind

me that 

I am

alive.

 

I’m the weakest with emotion

I’m the strongest with pain

 

I want to f**k

hard and fast

I want to feel it and know it and keep it

 

I want the reds of the sunset to burn

my fingertips, even if I pull away

 

I want my throat to ache and

burn and feel raw from

Screaming

Drinking

 

I want to feel my thoughts

ripping off my skin and

blowing away

 

I want to throw up the words,

the stanzas, the lines, the titles,

the people, the fingers, the eyes

that are bouncing on my glass walls

and the walls won’t stop moving

 

I want to run and my legs are rubber,

my head clear,

my body able to finally

focus on one thing at a time:

 

pain

run

pain

run

 

I want to smoke and burn and throw up

 

I want to scream until my voice becomes

my existence and my existence becomes

extinct

Reviews

[J Johnson III]

Very good write. So powerful. I enjoyed reading it.

[Kelley Quinn]

Thank you!