20th January

I can feel the tears welling

up until I can’t stand it

anymore, it is not despair

 

though, I would like to

laugh and smile and dance like

a demented fairy on a honey high

 

wings fluttering as I bump

into unadorned walls, leaving

bloody smudges on the ceiling

 

pulling words out of my head

at random

 

 

Copyright January 2020