Behind these eyes, insanity
a slow permeation of a voice
screaming truths and half truths
I just don’t want to listen
so I flood the head
just to drown the haunting
but it is ******* immortal
every night I send an eagle
to gnaw on the larynx
every morning it’s there to greet
disguised as a fictional friend
fiend. I meant fiend.
it’s kudzu it’s ******* kudzu
every day is a mid spring day
even in winters delicate palms
I spend the nights soaking in a bath
last night I let the water taste my tongue
soon it will feast on my lungs
I can go out like Plath
except my poems are bad
and my novel is only a paragraph
I will not
let the inner
demons win.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
Behind these eyes, insanity
a slow permeation of a voice
screaming truths and half truths
I just don’t want to listen
so I flood the head
just to drown the haunting
but it is ******* immortal
every night I send an eagle
to gnaw on the larynx
every morning it’s there to greet
disguised as a fictional friend
fiend. I meant fiend.
it’s kudzu it’s ******* kudzu
every day is a mid spring day
even in winters delicate palms
I spend the nights soaking in a bath
last night I let the water taste my tongue
soon it will feast on my lungs
I can go out like Plath
except my poems are bad
and my novel is only a paragraph
I will not
let the inner
demons win.
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