What’s keeping me up at night

Loneliness and betrayal. My body is hollow desert earth that my feelings have taken over. Hurt is the default state of my numbness. A minuscule wrong detail in a work of perfection. A tiny shard of glass that is slashing my heart with every beat. The next scene is on soon: rage. I want to be enraged, a feeling I always subdued. Like true love, rage is not malleable. It’s not up to interpretation. Rage is pure ruby. The flames will spread through my system and destroy every fake idolized image that corrupted me. Rage will melt down all the compassion I have for those that hurt me into love tailored to me.

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