I spend most of my weekends in a state of high anxiety
some invisible claw curled around my throat,
a pin stuck between my eyes
the ultimate self-sabotage
there's no down time in this body
its head is restless
and the only way to sedate it
is to administer some heavy fists
so then at least I'm crying from pain rather than guilt
but soon enough the ghoul surges, back from the living
looking to suck out my eyeballs
it doesn't care how I look in the morning
much less how I feel right now
he turns me into a gasping mute
whose words are mouthed rather than spoken
I spend my whole week waiting for a break
and when I get it
it breaks me, alright
it snaps my ribs one by one
and then suddenly
it's Monday again
and I begin my week
as a well-composed pile of bones
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