The Book of Fantastical Confusion

Bubblegum in a Dish

I need no knife to kill me

For it tears me apart within

Claws shredding, a pain that strikes

Until I'm left wheezing on cool, wooden floor

A divine rot in my chest, parasiting

And I want to breathe

So desperately, I wish to crumple up the pain

Let me BREATHE

And set it as a nock in my bow

My skin trembles, my bones shake

Violently, dangerously, shivers down a rose

My entire being is a golden cage around a red scream

And the only way to contain it is to drown my lungs

Until even my beating heart doesn't even flinch

Let me BREATHE

And I am but a ghost of glorious purpose, passion, and pride

Violet rage, a humiliation like cold droplets of water

Bleeding down the raw edges of dry, scratched skin

And bruised goosebumps

Breathe for love, gasp for terror 

And none of it will ever matter,

For it will be dust in the stardust

And I'll still feel be feeling

Pathetically self-pitiful

Before my skull bursts like a cherry bubblegum pop!