Nuclear

It is necessary that her name is said aloud,
in full, with a grin and admiration.
She, so freely, is what I was before
the need to "get by" won... I can feel
myself fading, flowing, eyes drifting shut
as my pen and my paints and my pain are
sucked from me, and I become more and more
balanced, responsible, respectful, socially
adept in the arts of dinner parties and
tiny conversations along with strong
statements about politics and the weather
when I DON'T GIVE A DAMN. I didn't choose
this massacre that we are living. I didn't
choose to temper my emotions in this way.
I am as strong and as capable as those
fucked up old men. I am daunting at best.
I am animated, alive, I am craving... she
beat me to it all! and made others forget
what I was, and I wonder what she will be
in three more years. It will not be like me.
Unicorns are adept in the art of living forever.