Poem: A Bomb

CW for extreme suicidal imagery.

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Circuit boards and terror and blackness and wire
my mind's like diffusing a bomb.
One never knows if I'm going to live
or which of my wires is wrong.

One never knows when my heartstrings are cut
until I at last explode.
One never knows if you and I are safe
until I blow my load.

One never knows if anger will rise
until rage takes its place.
One never knows if I'll kill myself
with pencils sticking from face.

I can't tell who even I am
or who I'll be once defused.
I do not know who even I am
I'm terror, and oh-so-confused