in a fit of rage tonight
she smashes glass
her face staring back
from every bloodied shard

that would definitely be
the better alternative
to waking life — to trickling
her insides out on command

(cross-posted)

I give a lot of importance
to life lessons

started keeping mine in my pocket
on a list — handy

yesterday I defeated myself
by doing number 17

tomorrow I’ll falter again
but this time it’ll be 18

(prompt)

today i threw away food
from someone else’s table

they’d stepped away for a bit
back in another minute

walking away, I grated my teeth
to stop feeling about it

I thought maybe the book would help
but it’s the same all over again

(prompt)

have you ever felt
the grand performance lapsing?

like a towel being wrung out
but still soaking wet

unmoored from familiar life
floating in a different space

while others go on watching
now interested in the goings-on, now distracted by something else

(prompt)

disposing of your feelings
will be a problem

that hole you’ve dug so carefully
won’t hold ‘em all

pouring in absence won’t help
too far gone now

absorbed into your blood
they will rise to your skin

and redden your face
always at the wrong fucking moment

(prompt)