I let it build up too long again. The bin is overflowing with stinky garbage and now a simple chore has become a huge ordeal. If I could regularly dispose of all the toxic negative thoughts accumulated in my brain it would be a relatively easy process. But I procrastinate until all the insecurities, fears, and anger become too heavy to lift So I drag the ******* bag behind me as it leaves a trail of stinky slime in it's wake. I get rotten trash juice all over my hands as I dump all my emotions onto paper. When it's all taken out and empty and I am exhausted I put in a new liner and let the trash begin piling up again.
Day 19: Write a poem about writing using a household chore as a metaphor for writing