The Tumor

One day, it clogged into my brain like a tumor. I want to hurt you, watch you burn, relish in your tears, FUCKING NUKE YOU, force you to remember.

It metastasized from a crack in the foundations. A fault in my soul I had tried to shut down by any means. Duct tape, glue, the warm words of loved ones, the texture of someone's skin, the passing of time, faith in the world, faith in myself. 

They had all failed. What's left but to spread the misery?

I'm sorry that you happened to be the quake that split the ground.