There is something wonderful in destroying yourself.
In erasing a past which intrudes on every fibre of being,
to flush it
delight in its demise.
To see it gone.
from the embers of delight
squeeze a new you,
squeeze it out between the sludgy thighs of your once
so infertile with pride
so chained by the thing you created which consumed you.
Take revenge on the beast that thought it had you caged,
Make it beautiful again,
wash it with your new found calm
teach it to know peace.
One day it too will require release
when it has rebelled on its master,
and grown wild.
But for now wallow in its youth
The chain will loosen
and when it does,
that glorious freedom will come again
You will float back to the surface of you