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-

flow.

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.

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