not broken

Stop looking at me as if I were broken.
Your lingering words float above my head like vultures circling their dinner.
I have this wrenching in my guts that makes me so sad.
And the pain that pierces in my chest is not of heartache.
But of despair and fight.
Fight that may take over and consume the bloody mess that I have made of myself.
Step in, jab. Step in, cross.
Step back and take a good look, because it's the last one that will be for free.
After this, I'm charging admission.
My thoughts are all consuming and there is nothing I can do about it right now.
Just let them take over and ruin another day.
So take me.
Take my beautiful day full of promise and make the cotton clouds pour over me like acid on skin.
Get it over with.
I'll take it. I'll take it like a champ and won't grimace one bit.
But when it's done, you best believe that I will never forget it.
I can smell the rain in the air.
It's sickening.
Stop looking at me like I'm broken.
I've got that duct tape in my back pocket and you'd be amazed what I can do with it.