Fleeing
Eyes closed
chased by a philosophy
Rather than a lion
I think I’d prefer the lion

Like ash in my mouth
Like battery acid in my veins
Skidding along the ground
Metal on metal
The burnout

I hold the knife,
I always hold the knife
Ready to cut

Two people,
Two energies
Two different paths
Two different points of connection

So much anger. So. Much. Anger. It burns. It boils over and spills all over everything. It breaks like a whiskey bottle. Glass flying everywhere. It lives in my brain and it eats there. It eats at my heart until it bleeds.

Over time, the rain could no longer bring joy. the car rides were only to work. To responsibility. Food became necessity. No fun in necessity. Shared, but not. Satisfied, but not.

Everything we loved together became grey. Everything we shared became pain. Responsibility. Burden.

Behind the computer screen it eats your brain like a caterpillar on a leaf and tells you you like it. You like it. Hours, days, months. You like it. Outside the world is burning but your eyes are transfixed, your soul mind heart body eyes ears attuned to only one thing. The thoughts can’t reach you there. The fire can’t burn you here. But the fire is burning you. You are burning but you don’t care. You like it. It tells you that you like it.