SI & SOL.

It was strong, so strong.
But with a single word I can break it.

So I speak and I hear the first crack. I speak more and I hear the roar of its foundation being torn apart.

An orchestra of woodbine instruments, a tree being ripped to shreds in a storm whose name brought terror and reaped havoc on so many who thought that new hope had been found until its coastal fury reached high into the sky and came smashing down on them for believing that new hope was more than a town, it was a belief in something better and it would come their way.

And holding her hand is the one who's solitary substance can whisper destruction with the most devastating of hollow acts on this planet.

At this time I am at war with both! I've been here before. Stood on this very battlefield, and lost.

They had transformed me into an object according to the images that they evoke...

They quietly attacked me from all sides, I could not see. I fell blind and bound. I drowned on their nothingness that created my emptiness that left me suspended in pain.

And I felt nothing.

A nothing that hurt so bad.

I prayed to their sister every night and begged their mother to collect her debt from me.

She did not want me. Time and again she abandoned me as well.

Leaving me to devise a plan that she could not resist. She would accept me, she would wrap her arms around me and pull me into the darkness of her slumber as the rise of serotonin constricted the type of positive highways of this vessel and submerged me under a blanket of eternal peace.

But the bitch outwitted me again. :[

It's been some time since we last met. I, and the murder of your crows. I'll leave you no carrion to spread your disease, this time, fueled with my woes. You invited me to dine on your SI. & SOL. and after grace you threw the sustenance you prepared me for on the termite infested ashes of your requiem.

Not this time.

Though I'll admit you almost had me. I paced and fumed, and the ashes you offer began to smell so sweet.

But a portal opened up and I was told, "Breathe in through your nose, out through your nose, and relax. This is only a moment. It will pass. In through your nose, out through your nose, and repeat."

"Now your ashes look and smell like ashes and your silence & solitude are now adorned with defeat."

"Ironic, isn't it? That I want you to shut the fuck up and leave me alone."

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Florida UCI death row 7-25-17