WW

Underneath the epidermis,
Behind the naïve black depths,
The blood of my body crawls,
Like 10 billion cockroaches,
At the sound of your screams.

The emotions that fire
Back and forth between
My heart and brain- heart and brain-
Are like war heroes
On either side of the line.

They exchange bullets of tears
For bombs of anger
And the shrapnel of frustration
Cuts deep, spilling
Desperate moth-like pleas into the flames.

Blood slinks up to my cheeks
Leaving rational thoughts to rot.
I freeze.
My bugged out system
Is counting down to the explosion.

I reach out,
Half hoping you cut off my hand
Loosing a sea of stingers on you,
But you touch me,
And I know love again.