On that day
I could have torn the world open and with it my own rib cage. The decadence of violent reprisal, that was what I wanted on that day more than anything else. More than salvation. On that day, I would have destroyed salvation had it wandered into my way.
Sometimes, memory comes in seismic shudders. Muscles, just now relaxed, tense up. Ready to destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy. The only word I know. The only word I have known. Prehistoric word. In the beginning there was the word and that word is destroy. Destroy. The only word that can be spoken falls – crashes, collapses, caves in and shatters out into a gasping chasm. My rib cage. On that day, I could have torn open my rib cage.
