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Tiptoe through my mind,
Mindful of the sharp debris.
Leave me untouched-
Only soft edges, please.
I fear the discomfort
Bloated and heavy
As much as I fear
The ache of my bones
You could say his eyes were blue
They were sunlight reflected on rain soaked slate
And the swirling depths of a storm tossed ocean
The very elements of earth and sky
Violently devoted
Obsessed and possessive
Under the microscope
A pathetic specimen
Pass the needle
It pulls the thread
With steady hand
You guide our heart
A shift in pattern
Small enough to notice
Time stamped for reference
It ended everything
The stomach flip
When you miss a step
But repeated steadily
Over and over
Describing the panic attack
Light through the cracks
I raise a dust cloud
Open the boxes
Search for what remains
There's darkness within
I saw it because I have it too
A complicated sorrow
Hunting this thing down
Tucked deep below the surface
I cannot let it get away
Traveled too far to lose this
It changes shape with focus
Moments I could bottle.
Keeping them inside.
The quiet conversations,
Low gravelled voices,
Kiss me now.
In Springtime we re-awaken,
Winter's sleep at last abandoned.
To run through grass and leafy copse,
And reconnect to one another
The older versions of myself
Still linger in past memories
A whirlwind of crazy chaos
I miss her so much, sometimes
My stomach erupts, like an active volcano
It splashes into the basin, and soaks the mat on the floor
A violent and lumpy cascade
I will no longer consume coleslaw
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Amusing myself with a little piece I might call A Vengeance Against Coleslaw as l have been rather ill this morning.
(But on a serious note, I do struggle with eating. I can just look at something and my mind will go "not eating that". Coleslaw has been on my safe foods list for years. So today's development might have now caused me some issues. Like the time a saw a peach with terribly cratered skin and now I can't touch or eat them!!! FML).
On the day of departure,
It shredded my heart.
Cut the breath from my throat,
Tore my soul apart.
Still, it pulls me back.
My young hands stole cheap trinkets.
Teenage lungs inhaled weed with friends.
I partied with spirits and cocaine.
I used men's bodies to feel something.
I'm left with the anxiety, I forgive myself.
I'm sorry but I grew up tough.
I developed a shell,
I protected myself,
Never lowered the shield.
But inside here, I am nervous,
Sensitive and quiet.
I've learned to mask,
So I cannot just let you in ...
Yet.