natalie (still screaming)

she used to sing to me
while I was shaking on the floor
shivering and sweating
trying to cleanse my mind
from a life I didn't want

	I'm not sad
	and this place
	is not my home

the sounds of fingernails tearing carpet
anxious grips clinging to vertical slate walls
trying to hold on as she goes into the chorus

	something about children and positivity
	a hollow yet inspiring series
	of delusional affirmations
	...it works for some people
	but that doesn’t make it reality
	
I have no duty
unbound, much less written
to make this sunrise a lasting vision