My electrical life.

I have no living,
sentient thing inside me
only a heart
and two lungs
and this business of surviving
is hardly ever fun
but when it is I hold onto it
reluctant to let go
knowing how things go

When I breathe I feel steel
in my veins when I seethe,
when I dream I know that
these things are just electricity
when we see the gates of heaven
it is just the laws of physics
and when we love
it is not love

So I type in front of my screen
watch the letters appear and recede
and every time I feel a scream
from inside I count to three
and wait for it to die
because nothing can ever make me go back
and nothing can ever try
to take away my electrical life.