+Remission+ I've never been much of a whiner, Or an unjustified complainer. But this is different. This is very… Strange. I have an odd tingling within. Sparking in my rib cage. Throwing embers at my heart. The sizzling is loud and intruding. I feel… Full. Not empty, And void of life like usual. But like I have a soul. Like I could shout to the world, "Fuck you and everyone else, too!" Why? 'Cause I'm joyful. Excitement is flowing through my veins. Poisoning every cancerous cell in my body. Killing every thorn. Saturating every weed with lye. I don't have to swallow my depression anymore, Because it's no longer there. It's in remission. Lurking, Plotting, Pouting. In a corner of my mind where the spiders are. The gigantic tarantulas and pythons. Hairy, and scaly. Where the monsters take refuge. The part of my mind that comes out, To defend me. The weaponry is unsheathed. My teeth become bared. But, I hadn't the need for such precautions. At least, not lately. The swords and guns have grown dusty. My fangs are dull and worn. All of my guard has been let down. As I try to let myself out, In a vicious attempt, To see through the shadows. THE END