could, should, why?

i could get mad,
why the wind blows 
from a certain angle,
coriolis neurosis;
rage, rage against the dying of the light!

i could get sad,
and let my tears be blades
that slice my skin
stretched out across a quack’s table;
the wick inside is rotting flesh.

i could get bad,
and set fire to the rain,
let my anger evaporate 
every bit of hydration,
though my skin is dry and in starvation.

or i could leave behind my snuffed out candle,
open the window and take a look outside,

the sun is bright,
look up instead.

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