Hurting others. That’s the first thing I think of when I think of human capability. Of power.

Standing under the buzzing lights of the parking lot next to my dented up car, I felt it swell inside my chest. It was deep, and red, and horrible. Watching you stand there, feeling the hot salty tears pour out of my eyes, your face twisted up in pain. You told me good bye, and I said nothing at all.

I can’t even look at myself. To know that I could crawl into someone’s body, make a home in their ribs nest to their heart. To hum and sleep and clean and love it, and then to burn it down. To wish I could curl up in the ashes and cry out for you to hold me.