One day, just like any other day,
you will wake up
and something will stir in your belly.
It will shake
and growl
and rumble like a beast
and claw its way up your throat.
With two strong hands
it will wrench your lips apart
and force your mouth wide open
and you will say,
“I want it.”
And you do.
Painfully so.
You will decide it’s yours.
And from that moment forth
you will never be the same.
Your eyes will glaze
with a glimmering lm
that lights up the dark
with its iridescent flickering.
Your teeth will grit and throb
and threaten to burst
like cracks in concrete.
Your stride will become faster,
stronger,
quicker.
Cutting through the air
likе sharp shears through parchment.
Your pen will hit thе paper
like a body hitting pavement
and you will scrape your knees red
over
and over
and over again
across the fine lines.
You will shut your eyes to the world
and retreat within yourself.
You will wait there.
Patiently.
Languid in the wake of your potential.
And then one day
You’ll explode.
You’ll shake your head
and laugh
and scream
with hysteria.
Every single eye
will focus on you
with laser-sharp precision.
You will have them in your grasp.
And your fingers
will fold
around them like shelter;
a dark ceiling closing in,
and you’ll keep them there,
in your kingdom.
One day you will explode.
And your pieces will scatter
to far corners of the world
never to be found again.
You will trade these pieces
for that thing.
That thing you wanted.
You traded Everything
to have it.