"God made us to be
happy
with him--forever."
I sit here hearing,
not listening, to the
deacon's sermon,
but his words
break a trance.
If happy
is all I'm
made to be, then
I want to vomit my
Insides Out,
to expel all
that is
"unnatural."
These tears
are toxic,
burning (as I would)
as they trickle down
my graveyard
mouth.
I must purge
my face of
fear
and shriek instead
in jubilant cries.
No longer will
I bleed with fury,
happy
is all I'm
meant for, all I'm
made to be.
So what use
to me is
feeling
anything else?