We are just stalling for time here
I ration my breaths to we don’t use up all the oxygen
I’m planting bulbs for next year in secret (don’t tell);
The light is going out on us again,
I rearrange the contents of my soul in dark corners where
you don’t see; I pack boxes without mention of
where I’m going or how long it’s been
since I’ve said goodbye.
Mistook a strait jacket for a weighted blanket and
tore off the tags so I couldn’t return it –
So here I am stalling for time just in case
it helps to have more of a familiar hell
than an unexplored Purgatory…