I don't think any of us are actually broken.
That just wouldn't work.
We are bent, and will continue to be.
No matter how many times we set fire to ourselves,
We will always be malleable.

I spend too long
Staring into the sun
The flicking tongues
Of radiation
Spilling into space

I am afraid of never being
More than a body to someone
To keep being noone
For nobody
In the end

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.

Oh ****,
no teacher in the classroom