I was cleaning today and my voice began to crack,
Sure the dust made my eyes well up and sure it made me sneeze.
I found no pictures because that's not what I was looking for.
I found broken pieces of glass that I had threw in my dramatic era hours before.
I swept and swept the tainted poison that turned my floors purple and growled at me in dismay.
Like glue this fog stuck to my floor only moving with the fierce swings of my broom.
'Why bother bothering?' I began to question myself and almost gave in to its alluring call of failure.
I screamed that "Only in dreams I shall find my happy days!" of course I was angry that the purple cloud-clotted up my floor with a disgusting grimace.
I had left to give it a break and took a smoke in the middle of my living room floor
And watched as the poison flew back from the breaths of my air.
I laughed at it attempts to recede but the fact that it kept coming back every other time.
As my rabbit, my whore, my ghost, my jerm, and my matchmaker told me over and over again
"Show no Mercy."
Sure I'm angry that this purple poison keeps laying on my floor.
The fact that it keeps wrapping its filthy arms around me and explaining that it shouldn't have been this way.
I can only stand there and let it hold me.
I can only look down and wonder why did I even try?
I can only clench my fists and inhale its toxins.
I can only...
I can grab the damn broom and sweep it out of my life.
I can laugh and smile and just blow and blow with the broom.
Powerful slashes I flung the broom angrily like it was a bat.
Eventually, I swept it out of my house and onto the porch.
Did I stop? Surely I didn't, did I ever say I was done? Fuck no!
I swept and swept until I reached the edge of the cliff.
Hanging for its life did it turn into an object, an animal, a person; with stressful eyes and an empty hole near its heart it looked at me and said, "Do you hate me now?"
I laughed in its face and held my broom at full length.
"You have no fucking idea."
And with that, I walked away.