What a Disney shape
life is no circle
life has corners
for hiding
and pointy bits
for stabbing
not sure what shape
that is
maybe
a sharpened triangle.

Not much
Then anxiety
Then waves
Of apathy
Take me under
I have mediocre lungs
So I can only stay submerged
For a little while
I tried to stay longer
But nature took over
Ah that desperate
need
For life
And I felt anxiety
Once again.

Technically
It can never change
Yet it changes
All the time
From mind
To mind
And book to book.

It's too bad
that they exist
as if people weren't
dangerous enough
with just sticks and stones
recall them all as if
they're here
in tiny hands
in determined hands
and in shaky hands
they're here.

My security  blanket
Is full of anthrax
Not sure when
Or how that happened
Maybe it's always
Been killing me
I wish I hadn't noticed.

they closed the library
because of you
so I had to dine
with the creatures
I don't know
who you were
but I know
how you left.

full of sunlight
till late in the day
when the sun
starts creeping away
the curtains fall victim
to the shadows
slowly but surely
certainly no one
will see in.