Absorption

I sit at the computer, typing furiously, Once again one more dark poem about pain and hate, Rhymes take form, thoughts, concepts seeping into my mind Type a line: “Blood addiction my only comfort” a line about her increasing insanity her addiction to blood, terror and apathy Just another fiction story, one of many with the same thread of thought woven though every word “I hate all I’ve become, all but the raised scars” I write as rain patters against the window pane “Fear coursing though my body, adrenaline flows.” Thunder strikes close, my fingers fly, my mind races “Feeling numb, intensified by disconnection” Then the screen goes dark, a white dot disappearing Lightening chases the shadows round and round, then fades I stare blankly, my poem thrown in scattered pieces Then all that I’ve been writing about starts to float over the months, stories of pain and hopelessness and desire to cut one’s body with hatred all things I thought would never be my own actions I lift my sleeve as my world crashes down on me revealing the power of a poem’s sway on thought cause and effect is absorption, carved in my arm