i threw myself down the stairs but all i did was knock over my cat's food dish

God’s anger

manifests in the form of

thoughts;

quiet thoughts.

louder

than coffined hearts

and abandoned nurseries,

swarming your brain

like bats in a cave

sucking the motivation

right out of your soul

leaving you a corpse

among the living,

with dead eyes And blooming

pains like poisonous flowers

rooting themselves inside your

carcass; a parasite of beauty