the battle

Every muscle in my body shakes and quivers and screams the screams that I have choked for so long. Saltless tears mixing with my sweat fulfill their destiny. My gift is for you and for you only. These tears, these gasps, the laughs………. The agony of the choking breaths. The understanding of the words that faint out of your mouth as beautiful martyrs of an opening soul.

I give you the strength of my fall. I give you the scream of my step. I give you the reason why I understand.

I give YOU. The treasure of spitting in the face of morals and stepping on ethics. And looking away disgusted from those kamikaze of the homeless who pray to amoral and devils with no conscience. I don’t want to be healthy. I don’t want to be right. I do not wish to embark on an adventure for the soulless and save them from their misery. The scene of groveling souls saving the wandering ones. I give you the gift of tricking guilt with conviction. I give us the right to live.