Pheonix, AZ, USA
Internal tearing, like the void is living, trying to escape my numbing flesh. I keep it close, bereft. I teach it how to hate what I have left, what they have left me as. I cradle poison in my chest, a beating, pulsing lump of it. It clenches tighter, makes me sweat. I play along and hold my breath. I fall; I sink and smash my head on cracking concrete pavement. But I have no regret. I would be destroyed like that. And who would be there to sadly look back? I collide with inner animals, wild. I strike them and they bite me back. I cry, bleeding pity for my own abandoned carapace.
"I don't need to scream for you to deem me aggravation."