Picture perfect Misery™
She's clawing her way up my veins her beanstalk
Digging into them a little too hard
I feel her in the pangs that shoot down
Quick enough for me to question
Was it real
Why can't the chemicals in my head flow around blithely as they did for her
Ive no good old days to look bck on
As far as I can think bck I ve been
Picture perfect Misery
Casting her shadows as she weaves in n out of my ribs
Finds herself lurking at the 12th one
Free, floating all by itself
Destined to never meet another like it
And my shoulder blades throb
As if aching for the wings
That never existed
She's pounding hard
Growing desperate
against the walls of my dome
Is there no way out of here
Alas no one's out here dear lassie
No one's coming to get you out
It's just you and me
Just us in our
Picture Perfect Misery
I doodled that with my calloused index finger which isn't sensitive on tab screens , silly Lil me