Internal Shredding Damage

I’ve lost my will to write

and it’s tearing at me.

Internal shredding damage.

 

Sometimes feeling can be so numb

when you don’t remember but you still regret.

 

Perhaps I’ve finally done it

convinced myself that predestination exists

in the form of my drunken state

 

Help me.  I’ve fallen and I can’t get sober.

I’ve lost a state of stability

so that only fear can get me through

 

I didn’t take long to recognize the sweet

simple

soft

position I always take

above the toilet.

Above my own life.

Soft, ripped outdressing of celluloid panic.

 

Nothingness exists fully in my head.

Because feeling gets so numb

when you don’t remember but you still regret.

 

Boiling water at skyline takes time.

Solid water grows larger than liquid.

Salt water is harder to melt.

My water mixed with booze

produces unstable results.

 

The sour taste in my mouth

matches my scabbed palms

Gravity pulling out gravel still.

 

A dull, dead ache everywhere

Careening dithering swerving

distantly I see secret needs.

Reviews

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