I got you a fruit basket as a housewarming gift

Volatile fruit aroma,

swoops from the kitchen to my circular room,

like a tornado,

the smell erupts in my tomb,

violence overcomes me,

I pick up my bed and toss it through,

the black hole that is now encompassing this space,

hate sweeps through me,

from my toes to my finger tips,

I feel the static electricity,

running through a lighting storm,

peaches, cherries, strawberries, blueberries,

they spontaneously explode around me,

their juices cover me,

too too sticky,

this shit is getting old,

I tell the volatile man in the mirror.