Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Psychotic Ruptures

Reckless surrender
To the pain I’ve never owned
Doesn’t happen in my thoughts
But somewhere deep inside.

I try to imagine articulation -
Let it flow, let yourself go -
And it all swirls away and vanishes
Like phantom whispers.

I try to reason, though there is none
Simply a crack, a fracture,
In the foundational substance
That makes up my mind.

I do care now that I survive,
That I can count the blistering boils,
And take care not to puncture an abscess
So that I can heal properly.

But all that venom stains ugly.
I’ll tell you a pretty tale
While I quietly hold close,
All there is and nothing more.


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