Sarah Nyhan

you say
i am not
something

i say
i am
becoming
someone

leave your
tiny voice
in the tv

i do not see you as
having a soul
you are an ugly creature
smell the flame as
the fire flickers out
your heart is like dark forever
please do not scream
i remember every bloody blow
from your black repulsive tongue
you devoured my beautiful dreams
but death does not desire me yet
i must trudge through the rivers
and fly through the evening rain
to soar above the sky into
good sun white light love

July 26, 2000
© S. Nyhan