advent of dysfunctionA Poem by Dana AlsamsamBorderline personality disorder (BPD)- a mental health condition in which a person has long-term patterns of unstable or turbulent emotions.
no matter how many circles i walk
in the maze of age lines on mahogany i always seem to be running away from myself all i do is turn and trip and chase myself but i'm stuck in this wooden cigar box with a humidifier that is never at the proper setting: a debilitating disorder of imbalance. it's been years since anything occupied the box and my skeleton became it's wooden anatomy, susceptible and yearning for a flame to burn endlessly in my rib cage until someone runs into me like a house fire and realizes that i am vacant save for a bloody heart tethered by a string to the box's brushed gold latch, an innate decoration for the luxury of personality disorder. in some ways i am relieved that what i am living so vividly has a name, but it is disquieting that others have stroked the same velvet and returned in quarters folded like origami all softness lost in the advent of dysfunction. they thrive off of paper cuts because they've lost their appetite for anything other than drops of blood on their rigid tongues. i become the box and the box cutter. i am afraid that i will be an empty box forever. filling the void with nail filings and dust, swallowing it and hungering for more, but destroying every red poppy placed within me by a lover and crushing it until i am empty again with blood stains tangled in my hair like petals i watch my trussed heart hang from the box latch like the carcass of a withered animal.
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StatsAuthorDana AlsamsamChicago, ILAbout"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more..Writing
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