Pile Up

I let the cards
pile up,
the red flag notices,
the warnings.
I let the shouts,
the anger,
the snarling hate
pile up.
I let it fill. I let it fill me. I let it over-


These are the days
and this is the moment
where I can be consumed
in rage,
where I will reach
my ignition point,
where I can finally
be obliterated,
driven into nothingness,
like I have always wanted.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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