Breathe in.

 

Feel the rush of filth permeate your being.

           Your soul is heavy, laden with the grief and sorrow of this world.

                    As if no one else knows what you are feeling, rush to write it down.

 

                                                           Detail it.

 

                                     Make sure you accentuate the gory truth. 

 

Write.

Write.

Write.

 

Write until it hurts no more.

Write until the burden is lifted.

 

Release.

 

Your shoulders are lighter though the problem has not gone away.

             Rather, it has been transferred onto paper.

                       The paper is the victim now.

                                  The paper cannot feel.

                                           The paper can handle the grief and sorrow you cannot.

 

Release.

Sweet release.