Ha ha
I’m so angry right now I could spit… actually, I could do a lot more violence than spitting… bloody deeds full of wrath and vengeance to those people who are supposed to be my dearest friends…
and I know, then, what goes on in the minds of murderers.
They are just like us,
but
they lack will power to keep the knife arm down by their side.
Shower
My heart, having already been torn in so many directions, has learned to tip toe around and be shy. I wonder what tomorrow will be. I wonder what yesterday was. I wonder. Tick tock tick tock… clock goes around and around, tick tick tick, and I sit in a chair in the middle and watch it circle around me. Distant deserts lurk before me, a hot wind blows at my back, making the volume of airy cotton dress billow before me. I close my eyes. What vivid yellow could you know? What blue? What cleansing power of sand? The way it spills over your feet. There is no destitution here. No doubt. Only miles and miles of empty desert that awaits me to walk through it. That holds out its wide arms and says "come forth and wash yourself in my hidden bounty." I open my eyes. I hold a small blush colored poppy in my hand and the wind carries it away. Close your hand. Put it back down by your side. Breathe in the essence of green. Breathe out the smoke.