the flame of the lost

from deep w/n, anger grows. it rises, boiling in the heat of my rage. blind w/ fury, i am lost. unknowing where i am, i explode. the fire of my turmoil sorching the earth, blankening all that i have tended over, cared for. the world i built up for you, i destroy again. the embers swirling around me as the passion w/n me grows firce. i hate you. i hate everything that reminds me of you. the sky that hung over you. the ground you walked on.
more than anything, i hate the way you made me feel. you forced color into my world of black and white. you woke me up, made my live and i hate you for it.
i hate me for it.
then the riot turns on me and i burn up in my own hatred. my skin grows black, burning away all i was.
then weightlessness. utter, nothingness. i realize i am not angery at you for leaving. i hate myself for letting you leave. my final scream is engulfed and all i am is gone. i am no more. faded away, burned out. a hollow carcass of what once was alive. something pathetic and doomed to wonder for the rest of eternity, consumed w/ shame and guilt.


This is an original piece and as such no part, in part or whole may be used without my, Chelsea Johnson, wirtten permission.