Flesh
Is a curious prison
A home to some
A Hel to others
To me
It's fascinating
How something so seemingly fragile
Can house hurricanes of violence
And floods of passion
Without fracturing
Like a balloon
Sagging under the weight of water
A split second before it bursts
And spills itself onto the cold, hard concrete
Or the death of a star
Substance eating fire eating substance
Before collapsing in on itself
Without a sound
In the cold silence of space
The rumble of rain
The release of lightning
In a devastating split through the world
The utter magnitude of grief
Pressing against my skin
Building building building-
until its tearing at the seams of my sanity and its building building building and there's a melody in my head screaming yes yes yes break me let me tear from this unforgiving prison of flesh and bone let me let me let me let me break free-
-let me break-


But my skin does not split
my bones do not shatter
my heart does not cease
its relentless war drum
against the storm of my mind
I'm trapped in this flesh cell
wishing wishing wishing
for death
if only to escape
this constant pressure
wishing wishing wishing
for a moment of peace
amidst this roaring silence