18th January

my day

filled with serial killers

the true kind

not Dexterish

 

I think of power

the desire to control

and the urge to cause pain

 

I like to scratch mozzie bites

until they bleed

exquisite pain and itch together

but I wouldn’t scratch yours

not for all the tea in china

 

 

Copyright January 2020

 

 

 

 

January 7th

I ache from my core

radiating out through my limbs

my hands bear the brunt

of a body hellbent on attacking itself

 

sleep evades me again

as the dull throb of misfortune

manifests itself in stories

darkened with time

and repetition

 

 

Copyright January 2020

Sparta

 

like the spartan boy who does not cry

even when the fox eats him alive

I nurse my pain, hide it inside

it feels so useless to explain

or even cry

 

as the fox gnaws at my vitals

I step outside my haven, put on a face

fake my way through yet another day

no one needs to see me cry

or try to explain

 

 

Copyright May 2017

The Pain In My Head Is As Big As The World

 

the pain in my head is as big as the world

it travels down my spine

settles in my coccyx

I sit on my pain

 

I sit on my pain

as it veers out through my hips

my thighs feel heavy and drab

and my knees ache for the past

 

my knees ache for the past

force this ache down to my toes

my hands reach down to my toes

I gather all pain in my hands

 

I gather all pain in my hands

I hold my head in my hands

my fingers ache from the sense of it all

the pain in my head is as big as the world

 

 

Copyright May 2017