It’s 2 AM and I open.
THERE IS A WAR BETWEEN THE VOICES IN MY HEAD
AND THEY WONT SHUT UP.
IT ALL STARTS AT THESE 2 AMS—
ITS ALWAYS THESE 2 AMS
I STAY UP AT 2 AMS
I AM MOST ALIVE AT THESE WRETCHED 2 AMS
AT 2 AMS THE WAR CAN BE HEARD
IT WONT BE QUIET
THE BOMBS THEY FLY
I SHUT MY EARS
PRAYING THIS TIME IT WONT BE ME
IT’S ALWAYS ME
ITS ALWAYS ME
AND I CRY
AND I CRY
AND THE BOMB ERUPTS
AND I CRY
BUT THEN THE HEROES COME
THEY COME TO RESCUE ME
TO THE RESCUE
TO SAVE ME FROM MY BOMBS
AND THEY THROW THEIR BOMBS—THE HEROES
AND THE ENEMIES THEY HIT BACK
AND THE VILLIANS THEY HIT
BACK
AND IM HIT WITH ANOTHER BOMB
AND THERES A SCREECH
NO A GUN SHOT
NO A CHILD
NO OUT OF ME
A SCREAM COMES OUT OF ME
FROM THE VERY DEPTH OF MY CORE
HOW IT SPROUTED
HOW IT FLEW
THERE WAS A SEED INSIDE OF ME
IT WAS GROWING
I LET IT
TWISTING WITH MY VEINS
I LET IT
ITS CHOCKING MY NECK
I LET IT
IT STRETCHED TO MY CHEEKS
I LET IT
HOLDING MY LIPS
I LET IT
ITS BRANCH
IT GREW
OUT MY THROAT
I LET IT
I SCREAMED
I SCREAMED
IT hurt
im TIRED
im tired
bombs
more
flew
dark
cant hear
self
cant hear
thing
bomb
gargle
choke
smoke
dark
It’s 8 AM and I close.
