3/30: trail mix

You can see the top of the mountain from here

Like a middle finger to the purple sky

Even though it’s nearly midnight and fucking raining

So tonight it’s not trail mix

its just her and the crumbs on your bed

who picked all the m&m’s out

the grumbling cat

the blood red bathroom

the binge-drinking best friend who fell asleep in the tub

You know her hair was falling out

not just shedding but in huge clumps you could pile on the floor

You can see the top of the mountain from here

looming over the valley as if to say

Fuck you too

Its almost enough to make you jump out the window and just run

the wind cooling your forehead

dirty laundry cradling her sweaty neck

She wouldn’t even hear you leave the room

But if you try to climb a mountain at this hour with no equipment and no experience

There’s a good chance you’ll get eaten by bears.