please do not confuse my grief with sorrow
for when my veins start to overflow
and pour out slowly onto my skin
every ounce is dosed with rage and intention
because self harm is my choice of violence
and if the calm comes before the storm
then may peace be the grace of all covers
because my pain will attach to clouds
and my words become thunderbolts
my very own destruction will shed into its darkest coat
only a hopeful fool could think
that this storm will pass