I wanna ignore some thoughts in my head or top them off a boil and float the bastards away. Tired of telling myself sometimes I’m a loser, I’m no good, I cannot hold a candle to you. I wanna take them out back and twist them dry, but you cannot get water from a stone.
I wanna take the stone cold self antagonist inside me and shatter her through some wall length plate glass window and stand there and watch, and listen until every last fragment and shard falls to ground in a puzzle of unsolved life.
Then listen to my pretty head full of nothing and adorn her with flowers and songs and flashes of light. I will grab a broom and sweep up the pieces of my broken thought. And hang them on a wall.