Who am I?
Where do I begin?
Where do I end?
These are questions I ask myself,
And that you would help me answer
If you were here.
But you’re not.
So I will break down these walls.
I will crush the pavement on which I stand.
I will go to the ends of the earth,
Creating merciless destruction.
I will stand in the middle of the interstate and yell at the top of my lungs
“Who am I?”
Until I feel the ground rumble beneath the soles of my shoes.
But what will that do?
It won’t bring you back.
But it will tell me who I am.
A monster.
Porcelain Prose 