CW : untitled ( i was writhing, late last night )
CW : This poem contains dark themes- specifically, death.


Look at me.
Allow me to remind you that I am something destructive,
something dying.

I lash out.
I am, in no way, something that is worth it to God to allow to continue.
I lash out.

I am ending, soon
and my end will be myself on fire,
and my end will be the satisfaction of seeing the monster die at the end of a horror movie.

© CarmeFormIhn