it's like my mind is on fire
disintegrating into a nothing
sport of scorched earth
where maybe in control
was too far and I believed
myself when I said it was
okay to kick my innards
with a book in my hand.

I believed in magic but
it was a little too slim
chanced to grim reaper
the smile off my face and
bathroom slips only got
me rest when I was already
half-dead. Where did I go
when I left me, where did
the highway end? cut like
a tack with Achilles smirk
the fable ended in last  
period, 12th grade.