Fingering This Idea

I want to scream as I close the the text thread with shaking fingers---

Are they even fingers at this point?

They are just an instrument to 

A) Write what others want you to write (though don't tell anyone, I break this rule all the time),

B) Grab a tissue when you need a good cry,

C) Type this poem,

D) Close that texting battalion of words,

E) Carry the bag with everything you need inside.

Personally, 

All I need is a time and place to scream at the top of my lungs.

But I can't buy it with my measly dollar bills,

or even if I could,

 shove it into that bag.

So I do this:

I talk.

Okay listen,

Books are great, 

but they easily can be burnt.

Words are great because they can burn the fuel--

AKA the person who thought it would be a great idea to shove their petty ideas into your face when you don't want to here about the racist, sexist, ableist... just most IST things ever.

They will act like Bambi (actually I've never watched the movie but there's a deer in it. Anyway...)

A wounded doe that needs the comfort of their friends who fall to their knees at command.

But guess what, 

while you continue living your life

after deleting that texting thread,

they will still be haunted by the few words that your burned into their memory:

The toxicity you built yourself around?

--I'm not going to feed it now, or ever. 

See you when you realize I'm right that you're not going to last forever on this.