when you get lost, pick up a pen, a pencil, your phone, keyboard, paintbrush, chisel, hammer, loudspeaker, break open your chest and rip your heart out.
whisper to it scream why you’re still here why you will not give up how you are too stubborn to just die you are too glorious to accept this misery this lack of life.
force your heart back in refuse it’s radio silence, sew yourself back up, one foot in front of the other into the garage, hook yourself up to the jumper cables and step behind the curtain, take control of the command center hijack the speaker system, scream like you mean it until your neighbors believe it.
dig up all your broken bones, peel off your empty dead skin, collect the blood and hours of secret tears, chew it up spit it out, push the pads on remove all the metal, stand
bring it to life, fashion it into rope, make an incision, tie it to your gut find your way home, crawl back into who you knew you were always meant to be who you want need to be, because this drowning in a walking flatline only ends one way.
you don’t need advice until you know where you’re headed.
the man on the moon doesn’t know, put a glass to your ribs and listen, you do.
pick up an ax, stalk the brokenness out back to the post you’ve been chained to, throw the strongest link on the chopping block and SAY CHEESE annihilate them.
take a flamethrower to your slave masters, use their ashes to create your own garden because you can feed yourself.
this is about you, sit in the fire and when you open your eyes push magic through your veins like electricity, a closed door cannot stop your flames.
and if you’re feeling cold, warm yourself with the licking of lashings scarring your insides where no one can touch you, make it all better.
make it all better.
you’re going to burn. burn true. heat cities. grow multitudes. create mammoth atoms to spin within your own sphere, always pulling you, holding you home.
By Daphne Shadows