I Care

I curse vehemently as the net closes up around me.
That trap of 'I Care'.
Why do I let people do this to me?
My cursing continues as I struggle to cut myself out with my trusty pocket knife.  

Cursing decays to an ejaculation of gibberish promising only unrestrained violence.
I sacrifice plenty of flesh and blood to free myself from the bind, my blade cutting me as it cuts the fibers, with no discretion or distinction.
I fall back to path I was on before my mishap and swiftly move to safer territory.

My Fucks flap and screech as I force another small hatchling into the giant gilded cage.
I leave the space, unable to stand the sound of them.
Slamming the door, with the words 'Inner Turmoil' carved ornately on it, behind me.

I wander through a moonlit landscape, luminescent flowers blooming in my wake.
My Shadow Soul seranades me with Tom Petty's 'Breakdown'.
A smile cracks the irritation on my face as I simultaneously blow him a kiss with one hand and give him the finger with the other.
His timing is impeccable.
Soon I start singing along.
I notice the blood has started to dry on my skin and a couple tears make their escape.

Damn.

I'm going to have to weld a bigger cage.