Child, you have a disorder
.
Other people don’t
have nightmares with their eyes open
Other people don’t
hear that sarcastic running commentary
.
Other people don’t
taste ash in their mouths
Other people don’t
sway, float, sweep, break, burn, sleep
.
the way you do
.
Other people don’t
disappear for days
Other people don’t
run and run and run
.
until its all run out
.
until you’re worn right through
until you’re drained and stretched and
clean and pure
burned white hot from
fire that feeds on you
.
Child, other people
just don’t.
