Radioactive Pile

Radioactive Pile 

I tiptoe inside
Clean and dirty clothes
mixed with books, 
school supplies, parts 
of models, comics
old food
congealed in the middle
of his room

He’s gone dark again
With two fingers,
I pick up a smelly sock
Step with care
around the pile,
his internal chaos
poured onto the floor
I’m relieved he’s mad
Rage more vital 
than sad