The feeling of self-perceived strength,
invincibility that leaves angry shock on the faces
staring with red holes gaping angrily through cloudy glass panes
flapping hands, fingers sliding into the shape of unicorn
to thrust forward.
A turmoil is taking place
the lust for attention, a spotlight
to be acknowledged by strangers as
someone filled with scathing power,
to instill fearful admiration
and flee for a moment from their own enclosed worlds,
boxes of thoughts and worries,
and whirlwinds of paper leaves, scattered asunder
just to see, and to be filled with awe.
Ignoring stark reality,
for which there is now only
a dim awareness.
Still there is a will to possess humanity,
to be known in this way
Yet so often the words fail,
the emotions become entangled like
intestines dragged out by clawing branches
And lightning storms through inside
wishing to be flown, exploding in blinding streaks
of destructive power.
