brain racing
my mind running
suicide drills and
my poems moving at
a heart breaking pace
leaving my pens bursting
like blood vessels
and my words bleeding
out across the page
soaking in an urgency
that energizes the writing
making each line a
sprint to the finish
at an unsustainable tempo
till my lungs finally
give out and
my heart attacks with
explosions in my chest
and aneurysms in my skull
reckless as mortar shells—
BoySlut 