I want to exorcise something that isn't there.
that big, empty, hole...
How can something barren be SO heavy?
Half baked and vacuous attempts at lightening the load
with ink. or paint. or a faceless stranger.
are becoming nightmarish.
I am a careless bull in a china shop.
Screaming my insecurities into the void
waiting for an echo.
(note: this has been a particularly hard winter for me. I have many things to celebrate. I choose to celebrate my melancholy today)
Wednesday, March 13, 2019
We’re not dead yet
Winter’s grip around my neck
Is starting to melt…
And I can feel those herniated discs
You did nothing to comfort me.
And you can fuck yourself.
your ice paralyzed me.
Determined and with muscle
Was the only way to escape you.
Now March into April with me.
What was once soft
Like a porcupine’s belly
Is akin to a turtle tummy.
And I don’t care.
Spring flowers will soon bloom.
Robins will eat worms.
and I’ll cycle again.