I want to cut these ties that bind me and sink to the bottom of the ocean
I want to whisper secrets to a sympathetic void that no one will ever hear
I want to float on dreams of heaven and ignore the burning world
I want to run away until my problems are just a memory
I want to wait until the stars die and my breath turns to frost
I want to kill the parasite in my heart, growing knots in heartwood
I want to burn the ground, the house, the road all into ashes
I want to bury my old identity with a funeral of one.
I want to shed my skin, leave my soul, abandon my self.
I want to chafe at the walls of a white room.
I want to attempt the impossible and die trying.

I'll serve you my heart on a platter, but first I have to make it fit the box. 
These chains are a choice, the anger is subsumed, contained, monetized, and domesticated.
The sarcasm is only powerful enough to evoke a sense of rebellion
Not enough to start a war.


#writemakesright

10.24.23