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Serotonin with a side of fries, please
The writing, art, and other mental health randomness from a 40 something teacher from New Jersey.
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You’ve got me like ivy
climbing,
choking the walls
of my common sense
and strangling the fences
surrounding my will.
I’m Lily of the Valley,
the leaves and the bulbs,
and you are the compounds
that make me beautiful enough
to be deadly.
You’re the outstretched vines
of bleeding hearts
that look gentle enough
from a distance,
the watercolor petals hang
like soldiers on monkey bars.
But I am the trellis
that fell in the storm,
and I may not tell you why
I failed to get back up.
I am a quixotic,
sacrosanct dance,
but my memory
is nothing but piles
of bootleg regret poetry.
The future is as elusive
as a 7th place trophy,
and your ego is a sucker punch
that feels like a hard kiss.
If I am to suffer like a fool,
let me do so gently
in a well worn haunted disguise.
Every damaged race,
Every forest tree
may change to young mourning,
butterfly damage,
female & male bodies
lay young,
not at all unusual.
Liquid hunger kissing
will slowly disrupt
savage starving streets
mouths, hair, eyes, flesh…
part the pale almond dawn.