i let my mind anxiety
in the moonlight
for hours.
four hours.
i’m well aware
it hurts,
not helps,
nor saves. it’s about
the work it’d take
Category: Embodiment
if i’m okay / sure, careful
My brain runs down
every branch of the thought tree
while my body
is still beginning to climb the trunk.
Yet, my body
hammers eight 8th notes
while my brain
stays on a whole rest.
If I have a soul,
I think that it is the puppeteer
Boxes
He said, You’re the most complex person I
know, and I said, Thank you,
I have complex trauma.
Fielding
Oh, I don’t trust anyone
further than I can throw them,
or, more importantly,
closer than I
can extend my arms
to hit them.
Essence
Cupid shot me through the heart
and wanted to know if I was still bleeding,
so I said, Cupid, what kind of blood is this?
Will-o’-the-Wisp
Lost in the dark,
all the little things I can imagine
like stars,
Bargaining
I talk to you sometimes,
and make you say the dumbest things,
things that you would never say,
because every time I make you say
Requite
Nausea
and vomit
and things I care about
Fight or Flight
My little brain
thinks it can help,
Ruminate
I apologize in my mind,
endless intentional scenes,
then slip into fantasies of you
rubbing the base of my skull on a table.
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