Shams,
A beast in me arose and spit fire
and has taken hold of me like a
demon
a demon, Shams, a demon.
It might be the medication that
makes my heart race,
as I lazily watch a halluciation
in my fever make circles
spirit across the white walls.
But, the appeal of a demon is
so much greater than to
cast this mundane, sniffling,
aching, misery
into something so abstract
as a
virus.

schadenfreude

i delighted at that news
delighted that i knew
the news would come
eventually.
and delighted that you
are now hurting
and that is so not like me.
i guess you got me real good
real, real good.

awe

i feel awe
that you
are not
my friend

oh to be so less alone

oh to be so less alone
tis so tedious sometimes
when busy with others
I crave you so,
but when busy with none,
je le detest.

sometimes I come back to you,
and I twirl a strand of hair around my finger,
and think,
why?