Harsh words. Incoherent babble.
The door slams so hard, I hear the
windows rattle.
Red fire boils. Bubbles burst.
Rage explodes. That familiar
darkness inside begins to thirst.
Shattered glass rains all around.
I feel the pop before it hits the ground.
Holes in walls open up.
Control is slipping, tripping.
My mind erupts.
A screeching siren is piercing the air.
Fingers rake my scalp as I realize it's me,
but I just don't care.
Douse it all, light the flame.
Watch it burn, feel it creep up.
I'll take the blame.
Scorching flesh, rancid air in streams.
I shut my eyes for the last time, as a smile
slides onto my face and I meet my dreams.
written by Christine Jackson 12-19-2015
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