The Current

Kick open my front door.

Slam it behind me.

Scream into the dark house.

Doesn't help.

Scream again.

Doesn't help.

Scream again.

Throw the beer through the living room and into the kitchen. It hits the refrigerator two rooms away and in the dark I hear it crash, and I hear the beer spill and I scream again.

Four in the morning and I've been holding it back all night. Four in the morning and I've been holding you back all night.

You, honey eyes.

You, the other me.

This keeps happening and I'm back to insomnia and a friend told me they thought of sleeping pills but took a walk and changed their mind and I considered sleeping pills then but enough of them. No more.

I keep doing this.

Scream.

Doesn't help.

Fall to the floor and in the dark room I can hear the hum of the current through the house. Burn. Burn. Lay there and breathe and choke and imagine. No sleep. No dreams.

Breathe. Choke. Imagine.



In the morning I go to work. Keep busy. Don't think.

Keep busy. Try not to think.

Keep busy. Pretend I don't think.

Drink. Choke. Imagine.

My throat is sore and my chest aches. I stare and see nothing.