more liquid destruction.
i feel the pumping heart inside my chest.
a kind of a dub step rhythm.
loud gulp echoes inside.
dark past tries to interfere again.
to sneak in regret.
not this time.
i’m all out of regrets.
embracing shimmering rage.
sun rays piercing through the tiny window.
directly into my eyeballs.
i can’t see them but i can feel the burn as they sear my iris.
i try to turn away but
not all of me supports this notion.
so i remain in place. hoping this
will trigger the tears. no such luck.