Home

My heart thrives within the solitary confinement that is home.

Even though asthma is my arsonist and weed is the gasoline.

My liver is muddy from desperately trying to drown my insecurities.

My Brain can't see clearly as the silver line blurs into thin air.

This polygon is becoming more like my pancreas, slowly becoming irritated until it POPS-

Putting poison in my body. Wondering if this makes a 15cm organ an internal terrorist.

At home I made all my family disappear- magic. Each handkerchief stretching the distance, hoping to receive a pity applause for what I've done.

God have mercy on my soul. But God doesn't have mercy on the damned.

I was moving up the pyramid scheme, each brick becoming a boulder of benevolence behind bated breath and hissing tongues.

I was Icarus.

Given wings by my father, warned not  to get too involved with the politicians and not to dive into the sea of common men.

Trying to escape from selection-I was a sheep in the Slaughter House.

I was on top  and too close to the sun, at the  promise of power, drugs and money.

I was plucked. Cut my teeth on civilian concrete.

I tried to hide the fact that I was poor.

I ended up going church with Demons, wholeheartedly worshipping a weeping angel.

They were feasting off of the time that I could have used searching for a reason to wake up in the morning.Tithes crushed my credit to pieces.

I was drowning in debt, cashing in checks when I had nothing to withdraw.

I dragged my way to the bank trying to avoid robbery, and thanked them for the food I was given.

I was surviving, even though I didn't want to.

I searched for help...and no one came.

And I went to where my heart was, pulled out the rope, and fixed everything.

And I went home.