let the sadness take over
breathe it in
let is spread to the tips of your fingers
and toes
feel it fill the spaces
between every cell
every atom of your body
you are okay
you will be okay
let the sadness run its course
then let it go

Hanging condescendingly above the door
She stared at the stern cuckoo clock
The minute hand silently creeping
Urging the hour hand to its destination
The second hand an evil judge
Its ticking a constant reminder
Of time’s inevitable march forward
And the journey that lay ahead of her
She wasn’t sure which one she hated more
She knew that when the small figurines
Emerged from their dark hiding place
To waltz their waltz
As they did every hour of every day
She would have to leave
And she didn’t know when she would return
And so as much as she hated the clock
It’s jolly song a mockery of her decision
She knew that ultimately leaving was her choice
And that she would miss the **** cuckoo clock
Hanging condescendingly above the door

they say when you turn 22
there are all new cells in your body
the ones from birth, all of them
have been replaced
you adapt and are made new

maybe that’s why this part
of my life has been so chaotic
out of control and confused
unsure whether it yearns for the past
lives for the present
or anxiously, excitedly
awaits the future
because the last baby cells are dying
and their time is up
and the rest of me doesn’t know
if it’s ready for that
quite yet

The darkness crept into her parted lips one night
A midnight intruder
Uninvited and unnoticed
The darkness spread its tar-black fingers
Through her veins and capillaries
It filled her lungs with soot
It was the heaviness behind her eyes
And the steel bar across her chest
Finally, the darkness slithered into her mind
And by the time she realized it was there
She could no longer remember
How to let the light in

I cannot just say what i want to say
the words are trapped in the back
of my throat
too afraid to crawl out
and reveal the intentions of their creator
and so they pile up
in the graveyard of the unspoken
the brilliant thought in class
the honest answer
the bold I love you
they rot inside me
like a sticky, poisonous bile
they come back to life at midnight
to consume me
behind the darkness
of my exhausted eyelids
a pack of muted zombies
that only wanted to be heard