Menu
can't sleep
can't wake living in the middle memories shuffled like cards I leave them scattered on a table walking in the unlit rooms of my mind trying to find something that fills this emptiness every sad thought is a splinter that I don't bother to dig out there are so many in my skin now that pushing others' buttons hurts me more than it hurts them I suck at my wounds and it looks like I am kissing my fingertips this iron taste reminds me that blood is life my first steak was in my heart with bloody fingers I pick the cards off the table turn over the death card again and again all this time I thought I was playing go fish the scythe cuts through the dark revealing a door the only way out alway hurts yet I keep moving on
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorMichelle Tinklepaugh Archives
June 2023
Categories |