Inside

Soft boiling, simmer slowly,
low heat, but getting hotter,
keep it down, suppress the murder,
the one inside, slithers toward the dark,
chase it, trip it, kneel upon it, teach it pain,
and every chase makes us darker, harder, hotter, faster
catch an impulse, as if it were possible to cage a thought.

Breaking, shaking, breathing low,
fist rising towards my mind, to smash the bulb
the bulb in the cage, the fist's impact only unlocks,
the darkened cage inside unfurls its purpose upon the world,
perfect cover for the hot, wet, slipping thought to flash black,
spinning, arcwise from my mind through nerve impulses pre-primed
to fire the meat that holds the knife into the other meat beside it
so it will spin, arcwise from my mind, nerve impulses left behind
collapsed into the river, cover for the body to slip into black,
as the deep, dark water below unfurls beneath the bridge
the cage remains unlocked, fists curl around the blade,
fists rising towards my mind, to smash the bulb
breathing low, shaking, breaking.

Catch an impulse, as if it were possible to cage a thought,
every chase makes us colder, weaker, getting numb,
stopped and kneeling, nothing inside but pain,
I'm stuck inside, slithering toward the dark
keeping down, escaping the murder
so cold, and getting colder
more dead inside than him.