In this incessant whirlpool
Whispers and screams whip around my cloak
A night terror in the dead of day,
These seven billion others
As fragile as us.
Up the staircase
Faster and higher.
Watch your step, too late.
This is all just a withdrawal symptom.
Come on then, cut me
You know you want to.
No new space for more scars.
You’ll just have to carve over one of the old ones.
And if I may ask,
Would you please show us those marvelous claws of yours?
I know martial arts for self defense
And yet life still kicked seven shades of shit out of me.
And grinned with green teeth, not yet content
And kicked seven more.