A scream inside of me
it rips through my organs
and they shatter into bits
and pieces into my bloodstream
my blood has been poisoned
from this scream that came from
me.

Summer has risen
the taste of an orange popsicle
prickles of sweat sliding down my back
but-
maybe not
maybe they're just the prickles of languish,
from behind the trees
he watches me.
Summer has come,
but not for long.

It's always just a competition between you and I.

You'll always win,

and you know why.

Your beauty unattainable,

Your knowledge incomparable,

You're just another version.

A better version.

An incomparable version.

of me.