Raging beyond everything that defines
rage in any means. Pulling at my hair
strands between my fingers, as they rest
back on to my stomache. Driven deep in,
far, so far, past irritation to the point
where my own reflection angers. Over
the edge and turning back requires time
travel or god-like redemption.

Grinding teeth has become habit, involuntary
result of rage. Unjustified explosions into
anyone, anything, that comes too close. Just
stay away, there is no one here you want to
know. Body is on fire and I’m stranded in
a desert of pain. Each step grinds salted
sand deeper into my wounds, even my
tears just bring more pain.

Searching for a word stronger then
ache. I know right where to
use it. Knots in my gut, needles in my chest,
and lava in my head. Locked in my room,
to protect the world from the me, that I don’t
want to be. Waiting for a miracle cure, my
savior, someone, something, to save me.
I haven’t the power to save myself.

03/07/2003

Posted on 03/08/2003
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