Dirty River

I need to pull out my brain and look at it in my hands. I need to feel it tense up and release at the birth of new thoughts and the death of old ones.

I need to be dissected. I need to be injured to have a case. But how can you show the burns on my brain, how can you show the lashes on my heart. I need to be dissected so I have a case, so they can see the proof.

I need my anger to blanket the ground. I want every living thing to be swamped in it. I need it to flash flood the path I’ve been down. I need it to wash my footprints.