Today I am an anarchy. You have broken my boundaries. The pieces are jagged and scattered, cutting. As they hit the carpet, they make a beautiful bedlam. My feet are bloody. I know you are more than willing to hold them in your hands and wash them. How have I become so deserving?
We are a brand new animal. Before this, it did not exist. Scientists have done their research. Specialists and scholars have done their studies. So many news reports; the mystery so great everyone hard desires a glimpse of what this new thing is. Us included. Where are the answers? I suffer the lacking of every analyst until frustration covets my hopelessness and I make my command. My governor dungeons the researchers. They are useless. I beat them myself. I use our hands.
There is a new thing inside me and it is shouting. It is rattling its cages, sounding the alarms. All of my villagers are pillaging. Destroying their very dwellings. Assailing each other for lack of discernable enemy. Turning my long swallowing guts into fire and flame. So much smoke seeps through my skin. How can’t anyone else see?
I cannot concede anymore. There are new eyes and they see everything.
We are a hunted thing. Our animal runs scared through the black-wet streets, afraid but still able to see the city lights’ colors reflect pretty on the pavement. Even the machine guns and sirens cannot cover the sound of our heart’s double-strength beating. In every doorway we huddle in, in every alley we stop to catch our breath, we are afraid but we are together. There is a protection built between us. We are chased, but we are one and with all of our legs
we can run forever.