fire and fury

poetry is false

and i am fake, 

the world is spinning 

on an invisible axel

and i am screaming 

at the top of my lungs

out into darkness

with no one to hear me

maybe i am heard 

but i am ignored. 

so i write 

false poetry 

spiraling stories

screaming till my soul burns

and the fire in my heart

has spread her embers

across paper 

ink splatters and glass shatters

red, red, red, 

fire and fury 

as it spreads and consumes

takes me whole 

as the whole room goes up

in flames

and my voice is drowned out

in the roar of flames