Sensing foulness of mood they slither out from dark places – whirling wisps of putrid insinuation Clever they are, and almost imperceptible but I am
Fan whirs, like a cyclone building pressure head craves silence thump – automated shutoff ears ring in aftermath mind craves silence shrill peep shatters calm
This path I walk is not my own; it’s paved with genetic markers, familial dysfunction, and ancestral angst. Can you see them walking with me?
Tired of same old endings, in which hopes are slaughtered and tragedy and insanity win. Raised by the bottle, learned to set standards low –
Curious by nature, and drawn by hope we push forward spring ourselves from the mud-mired traps of psychological undoings focus on a horizon where
The initial spoonful – salted caramel cool – consoles bitten tongue, slides down burning throat: appeasement for churning gut. Each spoonful savoured sweetness countering bile,