The grin stretches

So wide it cracks, so

w i d e

I cry

Blood upon my lips

Blood roaring down my throat, it

r o a r s

I cry

Drowning, suffocating

My tongue swells and my heart

co

mp

re

ss

es

into a hard knot of evil

They were right, I know that;

It’s not right for me to exist

My happiness, cursed and damaged

Why should I grin?

It’s not right

Why should my heart be light?

A leaden paperweight

A sinking, sinking Stone

I can feel the darkness

Rushing against my ragged skin, it

r u s h e s

I cry