A painful blend of suffering
Tastes good with a side of amnesia
Don’t feel what you don’t remember
And grasping at the past gets blurry
Like trying to touch a ghost
You can’t.
No.
But it touches you
When it wants to.
Like static in your mind
It drowns out noises,
makes for fuzzy moments
Flashes of color
Distinct images, with no clear order
No resolve. No unity
Nothing sacred in this rotting flesh
Degraded, humiliated
Pull me by my leash and tighten up my collar
You think you own me?
Like I’m your pet? Your mother.
You’ve never met another
who does what I can do.
Try to put me in your box
Don’t comprehend when I’m ticked off
My silence speaking volumes
You never listen.