In Between

Sometimes it’s

Crying, screaming, laughing ‘til you cry again,

Curling into a ball,

Punching a wall,

Kicking someone

Stabbing yourself in the leg, biting off your fingers

Ripping the clouds apart and stuffing them in your mouth like cotton candy.

 

Sometimes it’s

A slap, or a throat full of saltwater,

Broken teeth and raw gums,

Crumpling paper and a ring of ink,

A ball of fur and blood,

Jell-O tendons and gravely muscles against bones,

Warm water and scalping your dolls.

 

Sometimes it’s  like

Flipping off your reflection,

Boiling those damn chemicals until they evaporate into flowers and sweat,

Folding your ears over like a toddler, pulling your tongue out,

Building a haunted house to get arrested,

With exposed wires comin’ out of your eyes and nails,

A cold wind through that hole in your stomach.

Sometimes it’s 

Pinching your nose against the bruised stench of “pathetic”

Pity and peanut shells between your knuckles

Slamming the clock against the porch like a dusty rug

Smearing pencil lead

Red cats or black veins, shrinking eyelids and leathery tongue soup

“Disgusting”

Sometimes it’s 

Slang birds and satellite apathy

Smoke sighs

Smart stupidity and melting hair into mud

Ignorance like a arm snow blanket

Ranting at the chair

Sour green and sickly sweet

Sometimes it’s

A fountain of lard and wax

Dunking your head into past water

Pulling your DNA apart like spaghetti

Strangling mercury or your neighbor

The best April Fool’s joke

Rooting for the predator

A dream catcher addiction and redundant explanations

Sometimes

 

Sometimes it’s life

Sometimes it’s death