I want my words to incinerate you esophagus like stomach bile caught in your lungs. I want each statement to drive a jagged blade into your steadily beating heart.  I want every description to shatter the glass walls of your clouded mind. I want my words to plunge you into my reality and drown you to the bottom of your understanding. I want particular content to boil in you blood and strangle your expectations. I want a bullet of my challenges to rip through your skull into your brain, leaving behind a permanent scar. I want my stories to question yourself and your actions. Of all things, I want my emotions to shove you into submission and force your ears to listen. Hear me.