Form experiment

Broken

Cannot see the rainbow, only the storm

The light shines down like

radiation on the peat black

harrowing that is my soul

As lime green skeletal

fingers claw through the

over ripe melon called my

flesh. I hear it

A crying, calling, cawing

that heralds the end

of a life too bewildered

When is a hug considered rape?

How is a handshake like murder?

How can biting the hand

that reached for you be wrong?

It belongs to the me.

I don't know him.

Here I sit at the end

of yet another apocalypse

and I have to say:

I'm unimpressed.

I expected a bit more

A bit more melodrama

A bit more flash

A bit more whimper

Instead all I got

was this crappy T-shirt

that reads like a tombstone:

Here Lies Fuck All...

So I chalk it up to bad luck that

I didn't stay dead this time

The classroom that is my parent's

house calls me home

home to another.

As the smoke

rises I breathe

the fragments of

deep charred

flesh. How

I have missed

the smell.

It's mine.

My skin flakes away becoming blackened ash

rising on the sighs of all the friends I never kept

and I can't help but wonder

Do I deserve so blessed a fate

My mother applauds: the sound breaks my bones

My father laughs: I flutter an instant more

My sister reaches: I throw my glass frame to the floor.

Thankfully I shatter

Someone is sweeping up the

pieces

I hope they know what to

do with it

It takes a special sort

of know how to jettison

something into space, but that

isn't the only void to drop me in

In a pinch, the

ocean does twice as well.

Shake me out over the deepest part

leave immediately,

don't look back,

save for the scenery

Let simmer for

thirty minutes.

Let the void chill and serve me