Exit Strategy 

The inarguable rules of being do little to staunch my need to exit this body. Though someday the dissenting cells clouding my harmony will dissolve completely, I find no peace. Much to the contrary of cessation, I am desperately seeking vitality. And I am growing tired in my quest to live. 

Death, I imagine, could be easy. Dying within the folds of youth is incessantly arduous. Silhouetted by modesty, I curse the unusual dimensions of virginity I possess. I condemn the equally uncommon trials of frivolous promiscuity.

Dehumanized for the sake of survival, tepid toes on the floor with organs screaming their unyielding melody of wrong, I want more. I want life, at long last.


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