Why do I always come back to this place?
A bag of cookies in a puddle
Too sloggy to enjoy on any level
Just make a soup with your rubber boot
Just burn me out
I will fade away
My mouth is exploding with vowels, with sounds,
With hope
But the world is suddenly silent
Dead, like my childhood pets
Just skeletons in the dirt
Cockroaches crawling up my skirt
Which my hysterical dance does nothing to stop
I think it drives them, excites them
Gives them life
Being this way scared me so,
That I gave birth to my own demise
I killed myself
With expectations
They never let you live
You never get away
My heart is medium rare
I smear blood everywhere
A forensic nightmare
Too messy to love
But too tired to care.
Written March 26th 2016
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