it’s the jagged edge of reality
some kind of
claw myself all the way to the bottom,
lacerate the sky-crust in freefall
(don’t know if I choose or am
thought about seeing an exorcist.
rid myself of this too-bright scorch-earth headplace
…(I’m addicted to being reborn
rediscovering the day after wingless, stupid night.
I miss my light-blinded airplane. don’t want to self-destruct but
something keeps begging my brain to
jam itself straight into the sun
Flay this universe right off my bones.
Crash Glorious till I finally