Transfer of Energy

I’ve scrawled it all down- but this crumpled paper reveals nothing. It’s still in the air. Buzzing around me. Pulling at me from the corners of the room. Testing my boundaries. I want to run; I know there’s nowhere I can go where it cannot follow. Pieces of my “art” desecrate my manically cleaned wood floor. I’ve destroyed a piece of myself again, that I’ll never get back. Letters at my feet shout their dispute up at me. My spine shivers with the energy of the temper they held. I’m grieving for my hate. It had to go somewhere. -James Kelley 2018