Jump ship before it sours again

Scream the voices in my head
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
I feel myself anticipating the end

Do you ever consider what a privilege it is

To lead a life of necessity but not luxury

i hear the words

there was no malice / you were just careless

Today was a day of epiphany

Of quiet contemplation and meditative reverie
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent
And when…

dysautonomia

an image poem

dysautonomia

I am so happy in my loneliness

My imagination runs wild

thought twins we said
but you wanted something more
incest i felt
until you went and slammed the door

as i lay dying

a poem in the style of e.e. cummings

the bleed inside only intensifies

as my soul takes flight
on the wings of a raven
too black for the likes of a heron
too marred for…

metabolic acidosis
eight wretched syllables

calculus
eight logical letters