that So Cal
*I wrote this and revised this when I was half-delirious from fever, so there's bound to be mistakes...*
Scathing beats and foreign words weave through
the canals of my ears.
My eyes throb and the world takes a leap;
My mind's way of breaking and entering itself.
Reality is my anchor,
but my fingers tremble at the thought of this lifeline.
Angry and broken, my pen claws at the paper,
an echo of the ache that grips these bones.
My heart beats itself raw,
unaware of the pathogens it bleeds.
My system shudders in defeat.
And the plane of my mind burns away.
There is power in the pen.