Grotesque Bloom

Chaotic emotions turning volatile.
I want to split into five,
like a flower blooming grotesquely.
I am in grossness,
emotions keep trying to overtake me.
Douse me in rubbing alcohol,
drown me in a pool of bleach.
Hang me to dry under the sun,
watch my skin harden and peel,
I am in grotesque bloom.
Split me in five.
This chaos is suffocating inside this human body,
I want to go in all four directions
but the north shames me down into my deepest recesses.
I am grotesquely blooming,
a flower that broke through cement,
a foundation laid by one who only wanted to crush my demonic seed.
Let me split into five,
leave me in my chaotic bloom.

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