eyes strained wide with wonder tilted up at the new moss stripes appearing in the sky
the streetlamps have never looked as angelic as they do tonight.
as i walk to the metronomic beat of the song inside my headphones
heart's struggling with its size and beat of the flames blazing within
my head feels busy with a buzz of racing thoughts-
thoughts
thoughts
thoughts

but i am the holy one tonight.

aches and pains feel light as i step forth
there is no past there is no future there is only me
me: the one who purges the devil prodding the inside of my skull
through quick taps on a keyboard
typing out what cannot be spoken chugging back what cannot be spilled puffing in what cannot be let out
i am no longer the curse i swore i put upon my loved ones
hope leaves a rash on my forearm and the scratching proceeds

for i am the holy one
but, only for tonight.