internal monologue

cleaning
scrubbing
dirt
gone,
the words come,
ripping through my mouth,
I try to swallow them down but the words ache to be spoken.
They fly,
As they fly the world breaks,
The sky falls,
I'm alone.
He hates me,
The generalissimo is looking down on me,
I have disappointed him.
so i clean,
make the world clean.