Volatile molotov, no alcohol
Required. Simply wait,
Let the fumes build
Until combustion
Is imminent -

That acid
Ravenously climbing
The thin linens of your psyche

Pray,
Scream,
Cut if you must,
But do so
Silently

You mustn’t
Bleed upon their tapestry;
It has been bleached
Pure
And your moaning
Is an ammonia

Your love a glass
Best left
Un   -

Shattered

.

                    (If only I’d remembered
                       How to speak release)