there’s a thought,
or maybe a dream,
that’s caught in my head
and it makes me so sick
it’s like my brain
and heart
are being ****** dry
by a tick
and the little fat ****
won’t quit with the ****
he keeps trying to
**** me
and drain me of
all my blood
my fingernails are well bitten
as my thoughts are being written
i’m really ******* smitten
and i’m stuck
i’m scared
and i’m angry
and i’m running
out of luck
i feel like i’m
being pressed tightly
between two pieces of glass
and i see one world
from one side
and another
from my other eye
and i know which
one i want to explore
and know
and see
it’s just
not that simple
it’s not that easy
but i’m willing to
put in the time
and the effort
to make a dream
into our reality
It’s not about you. Unless your name is “Earitch”