Myspys

I hate you
For having banished this hurricane
This violent hurricane that
Constantly rages within me
Into a repulsive, pulsating
Slimy gray lump inside my skull
Divided into microscopic fragments
And enclosed in small rivulets of
Substances

These intense feelings
Whether they are of hatred or of
Love, are after all the only
Meaning I seem to see in life

Either a being is made of cold
Lifeless concrete, or of a violently
Bubbling and crackling pot
Of white-hot emotional storms

Today I am filled with just that