5 on thursday

5 on thursday

7 on saturday

13 today.

this is quickly getting out of hand

bathtub water an odd

shade of orange and I am smelling

a metallic tint on everything

 

the weather is turning cold

and I am dressing as if I

were living in alaska instead

of my mild wintered virginia.

 

my plastered smile is slipping

ice is thinning nothing

keeping me as close to sanity

as I need to be.

There is a lot of sound

building in my head.

I am preparing to tap out here

all of my life lines have been spent

and I’m not left with too many

options. Everything reckless I’ve

ever been warned against,

I am doing. Trying. Making a

check list of how to ruin a

life,  and working my way through it.

 

Attracting flies with the honey

that I hide my despair in. Concealing

my poison with pretty flowers

of faking a life worth living.

Sending out some lost sirens

call, attracting people to their

emotional death on the rocks

of the idea of a lack luster love

affair with someone like me.

 

 

 

Every morning when I wake up

I am surprised to have survived

the hell I put my body through.

And with that in mind.

time to uncross my fingers and try

this whole game again.

Reviews

[rachel]

This is very well written. And deep. Although I hope things start looking up sometime soon. :-)

[Pink Poison]

Very powerful poem. The feeling of self loathing is evident, but also the sense of despair and the hyper awareness of your situation. Really nice work.

[kruser23]

i liked this. nice work. ha,...the part about alaska made me laugh though, because that is where i am from.