Incinerating - Copyright © 2009 Rachael Harvey -

The sun's heat strikes my skin
and I can feel it push the cold out of me.
Memories from a year ago.
I don't want to be here.
Traveling to an alternate universe,
a mirror image of now.
Saliva drips from my mouth,
bringing words to fall with them, draining my brain of its thoughts
then with speech I stutter.
In the desert of my head a war breaks out
beside me I smell time replaying itself
an anarchy begins to spiral
leaving but the corpse to rot inside.

From Rachael: So I came across [this] dated back when I was about 14-15. A couple of these were the darker—bloodier ones I had mentioned. Punctuation isn't correct, and I don't know the correct way to format any of it either....