SO THIS IS ALL?

this is all:

history in the hands of a pariah

and god i

hope it's bitter enough for you.

(these words are

heavy

and i am losing my grip)

i am sixteen,

and sometimes poison just

curls

behind my teeth and down my throat and in my lungs

it bubbles in my veins

and i cut it out with a razor blade

(i am losing my grip)

my fingers tells stories

broken bones

and carelessly ripped knuckles

lost to the bit of the universe called

emotion

(i fall)