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Set Yourself on Fire
Three twenty-seven in the morning, Pacific Time,
I”™m silently jumping up and down:
Yes. Yes. YES!
Faded out. Just now.
I still have revisions left, but
The bulk of the writing is done!
The bulk of the writing is done.
A moment as it sinks in...
And I realize that I have two boxes of hard copies from previous drafts of my screenplay. Evidence of a long, long journey that I want to burn in a bad, bad way.
Watch them burn and die as I laugh wickedly while shadows of flame dance across my face”¦
Wait-- I don”™t have a fireplace. And you”™re not supposed to burn paper in fireplaces, anyway.
I hereby summon The Shade. Help me; you”™re my only hope. Take me someplace. Someplace outside. Fire pit? Bonfire?
We can do a ritual dance as we sacrifice my less-evolved versions of story to the elements. I”™ll start making it up now. It will involve sticks. And magic.
Youbringsomestufftoo.
Today is the greatest
Day I have ever known
Can”™t wait for tomorrow
I might not have that long
I”™ll burn my eyes out
Before I get out
I wanted more
Than life could ever grant me
Bored by the chore
Of saving face
I”™ll tear my heart out
Before I get out
Pink ribbon scars
That never forget
I”™ve tried so hard
To cleanse these regrets
My angel wings
Were bruised and restrained
My belly stings
Today is
The greatest day
That I have ever known
-- SP
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