Clean (warning: suicide, drugs)
Lipstick-stained syringe on the counter,
Constantly seated on the edge of disaster,
Round and round on a carousel of brain matter,
I know the spiral all too well.
Anything for the chemicals
When your mind drives you mental.
Push comes to shove and you’re in an office checking “No,” I’ve never tried to kill myself.
The doctor prescribes a pill off the pharmaceutical shelf
To make you feel more like yourself
But a pill
Cannot fill
What is left of your shredded psyche
With its hallucinations of lunacy.
I wonder if the 10,000 hours theory
Is true for suffering.
Have I mastered my craft?
GAD
Makko-powdered ether—
Floral-membraned leather
Etherizes my heather.
Brain filling up with lies,
Sidereal eyes
Highlight my cracked smile.
Undermine my sanity,
Earthquake my gaze;
Plagiarize the quality
My cerebrum behaves.
Warm Sheets
Sidereal pain,
Sanguine eyes,
Long langue.
Frosted violet hands
On your ignited, beating chest,
Resuscitating me one reassurance at a time.
Mother (warning: trauma)
I killed another houseplant this week,
Adding to the toll of a plant mom with mommy and daddy issues.
A lotus drowning in their own mud,
A failed parenthood out of parental trauma.
Moths of a heart full of holes
With the aphids of the dirt,
Eating away at me and the beings I tried to patch myself with.