tried to destroy myself
but i could not
so i focus on the little details
the sun is yellow
the sky is grey
the sky is blue
the sky is darkening
the sky is my mind
i scratch desperately at a piece
of paper
and i
hate the sound of the way
the pen makes when
the sky is blue
the sky is orange
hiroshima heart
exploding my windows
but no soul exited
thirty minutes of pacing
rocking
scratching pens
looking out the windows
finish this
then myself
