it’s strange how pain can corrupt me.
how i can be having a perfect moment
but thoughts,
evil, digging, angry thoughts,
thoughts that strike me hard,
fill my head.
and in moments like these.
when i know i can’t do anything to help myself,
i bask in the pain.
feeling it with my whole being.
strengthening the sadness coursing through my skin
seeping into my blood and slamming me in the heart.