Sacrificial Self

Shackled in
the shrill of this
chamber,

I twist and shout
until it hurts.
So bad,

I've got every excuse
to shock you and love
the way you electrify me.
So much,

I want to
thank you and
give it back.

So I will
rock and rattle
my revenge

into distortions
of you screaming
my name. I'll hear
grinding sounds. And--grinding words

to feel the static
of the struggle
of confrontation--

I'll find you

here,
top, bottom, left,
right, wrong, in that
or there.

I burn to

just turn you
into ash. So like me
you smolder and stink
for the sake of
righteousness.