my tattered claws digging into the bedsheet release the pain I’ve held for days,
the creased fabric is but a repesentation of my desire, lust, and craze.
and you ignore me
my words hover the air unaddressed, unwanted, void.
and i’m left here wondering at what i’ve destroyed.
teddy bear launched across the room, colliding with the wall.
my arms shiver and my eyes shake as i watch it slowly fall.
and the rain outside is but a metaphor of my bitter sadness
and the illusions of night are but indication of my madness.