A mangled bird slumps in her gilded cage Surrounded by opulence and feasts she cannot savor Golden bars festooned with rolling joints and popping bones A doll sewn by a child's hand Pull her thread as she buckles like a blueberry Blood A viscous syrup in her legs Sticky confluence Heartbeat like a hummingbird The nectar would likely cause an eruption of glowing pink hives A rosy sanguine sea Vision blurring Rumination like hands on a clock Round and round Living days like Copy, paste Groundhog's Day Oh, look, it's night again Ice packs and Epsom baths Erratic dreams The clock resets Oh, joy, it's day again
I wrote this to get my frustrations out about my chronic illnesses. I recently had an episode at work in front of my coworkers and I'm working through the grief and rage I'm feeling about that wall I thought I was hiding behind so well coming crashing down so publicly.