Electra. Its Complex.

I'm ragingly infections with anger slipping from pore to poor and sweeping through the nations. an infraction of the highest nature its me against mother nature and all her denizens and demons her angels and angles all her green and gold and dank and mold and i am rank and wild a summers bouquet in the dead of night winters frost in autumns bite cutting crisp edges into the shadow and chewing the ice till my brain freezes over -- like a dark deep pool that sweeps and gurgles to itself in its small shelf of being pressing against these small shells that dream that they are a border on the salt sea and i am the mollusk in the pearly sheen that creeps and crawls and leaves its own sticky shine across the grey green mold. this burning acid that glows around me like a candlelight to start a forest fire and i am the rolling wheel that shatters and splinters and throws her brittle words into the air like icicles falling like rain collapsing from dreams to dust and muddying the ground in its brown blood and rolling and turning over and again a heaving mess of crust and cracking skin and flesh peeling and curling around my feet staining them red i, i look down and say thats a good colour for my nails. and go on calling out- life come out. come out and play. i want to see what you look like today. you haggard thing. withering corpse. what shall we play. and are there rules? i be the king you be the fool...not to your liking nothing ever is so come give your girl a kiss, i'm vicious and cruel and i learned it from you. aren't i darling, aren't i sweet? you're the one they're afraid to meet. i boil with rage and let you slide through i'm the one with a fever and they worry for you. i am death, life's daughter. and love was never mine.

to be read in as close to one breath as you can make it.