there is
an elemental
electricity
curled into
the shape of
a heart in
my chest
letting out
static bursts
which crackle
with every
bated breath

the first rule
of electricity
is it simply
wants to go home
from the moment
the plasma boils
it streaks unerringly
toward the ground

maybe this explains
why i am bipolar
there has never been
a home for the charge
just temporary nodes
incapable of the current
before burning out
leaving it to recirculate
flash frying me from
the inside with each
agonizing beat without
her heart to ground me

i was never going
to leave a handsome corpse
but i will leave whorls
on your tender time
will only deepen
leaving chasms behind
just the same as the scars
i gleefully dragged
across the icy disdain
in creativity’s smile
the bastards cannot hope
to pretend to ignore

there is
an elemental
electricity
curled into
the shape of
a heart in
my chest
misfiring on
a loop crackling
out odes to a home
which doesn’t exist