your wish

that you should hate

so intensely

that you are ready

to jump

into that hot mess

of silenced screams,

as the water covers you

after the rough history 

of the darkened earth 

has pulled off your

less than beloved skin,

your mind filled

with your own noise

black and white

echoing in 

your bruised

burning chest...

that you should forget

to forgive and choose

to remember,

holding unto 

this knife,

old wounds mixing

with new blood,

broken dams and 

free flowing...

that you should

refuse to set

time free, and instead

trap yourself

within its captivity...

reconsider,

dearest beggar

of fair justice

and childish ideals.

see, your wish,

its mad narcissistic

reflection, choreographing

a dance beautifully 

grotesque

for your willing 

tongue and wanting lips.

still, your life inside,

its yells increasingly

loud, conquering slowly

your broken bones,

your tattered thoughts.

listen, the air

surrounds your lungs,

cradling your heart,

talk to the knock

knock knock

against your veins.

be assured,

this will all

soon evaporate,

the cold will melt,

the heat will rise.

you are your own.

(do not touch.

it will not embrace.

do not speak.

it will not listen.

do not kiss.

it will not love.

do not cry.

it will never.)