I lost my temper today.
Smashed a bottle of ink against the wall,
Creating criss cross patterns similar to those on the arms of this shell,
The way the ink splashed looked like blue blood spatters.
It entertained the sadist in my mind.
See, it’s been two years since I died inside,
Emotions shrivelled up like a dark disaster.
While my happiness has since been reborn in a parallel personality,
I often surface to plague all of us that live in this fortressed mind,
To make us all wonder…
Maternal instinct is to hurt those who threaten or hurt your young.
Is that why I hurt this body?
Because it fucked up?
It gave up?
It simply just….