Poetry Blogs (2020, fear)
Alone in this moment I stand.
Leaning against the bathroom sink.
Tears cloud my vision then stream down my cheeks.
I don’t recognize the girl in the mirror.
A reflection of destruction stares back at me.
Everything I’ve been holding back escapes my soul.
I grip the sink and try to fight it.
I’m not Human,
I’m bottled up pain.
I’m held back...
Friday 14th February 2020 2:38 am
Sunday 9th February 2020 2:04 am
How many times must I rinse off the moon
And unpeel the stars from my skin?
Have someone ask what were you drinking?
How many times must I try clinging to lamp lights?
Try configuring keys into shining beacons?
I cannot see in the dark
Yes, blackouts steal my sight
But when finished,
I wake up feeling feverish
And fear ferments and festers
The night can be sticky
Monday 13th January 2020 2:41 pm