I want destruction
Everyone tells me that poetry is a form of such
But my therapist tells me it's great for my health
I don't want healthy.
I want bony ankles and legs and
A concave stomach
Filled with pills
That is also covered in my own form
Of detriment.
I want ****** and death that is also beautiful.
So maybe I do want poetry.
But I want it written in my eyes
So everyone can see what happens
Inside of my head.