shove.deep: this pen into my temple.
break skin- and drive away the pain. one line
at a time.

one time- line by line. I'd make a point and multiply it by five
to force this fist into the the earth-
paint a fracture with my blood and measure the depth
of the world's sorrow in those eyes.

like walking barefoot- on melting sand.
when the glass is never thick enough. fearing falling.
but jumping all the same.
hoping. just praying
that a shard won't puncture my throat when I tumble.

fumbling for my keys.
this downpour is disheartening.

I need to sleep.