Jul 2014
mark number 1, the crack at the very top of your throat
for the times you've had to scurry out of the house
because it would've been too much time and too much noise to put on your shoes
mark numbers 2 to 12, for the number of tragedies you lack to write like a *****, to trick the devil into thinking he's a deity.
mark number 13, the crack at the very base of your throat (although sometimes it feels like it's at the base of your spine) from the brute force of all the words you've had to swallow but never rose in the toilet bowl, amongst all the other things you've purged
and boy,
have you purged your heart out.
for the times you've had to scurry out of the house
because it would've been too much time and too much noise to put on your shoes
mark numbers 2 to 12, for the number of tragedies you lack to write like a *****, to trick the devil into thinking he's a deity.
mark number 13, the crack at the very base of your throat (although sometimes it feels like it's at the base of your spine) from the brute force of all the words you've had to swallow but never rose in the toilet bowl, amongst all the other things you've purged
and boy,
have you purged your heart out.
first poem in quite a while, and especially for my currently bleeding throat that refuses to let my gag reflex rest. not very good flow and completely out of rhythm, much like me slumped by the side of the toilet bowl.
