I'm taking a sledgehammer to my brain
nothing is exempt
nothing is safe
freedom at last!
taking one bottle down from the wall
i drink
red and hot it burns my lips
perfectly
the heat starts down in my belly
powering my every breath
seeping upwards, beating against my heart
tasting its goal as it laps up against my brain,
filling my neck with heat
it is hard to swallow.
my only hope is that this one final levee holds
the great flood that beats against it threatens
no, promises
to sweep me away on its hemato-waves
into the beautiful darkness of the setting sun
night is where the devil lays in wait
so i carry my offering of green and glass
in a shaking clammy hand
ready to ignite my offering to the devil
"one more day, i just need one more day"
those words
painstakingly engraved on the walls of my mind
shatter
sledgehammer playing out the role of my will
too tired to go on
I set the tool down, wipe my brow, and look up
the levee stands tall and bowed, a testement
to convictions I once had.
red, hot, rage splashes my ankle
a wave had crashed upon the lip of the levee
dripping early warnings down into my socks
into my sole, separating me from the ground.
it is coming.
there is no time to wait.
i must get back to work.
with one last long breath
the sledgehammer is in the air again
back at the work of undoing
in hopes that when the bottles of rage
rise above that final levee's wall
there will be no lies left
in hope that when the flood takes me
down to the red hot depths of the night
i will be ready,
at last,
to say,
"take me"
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