i keep a drawer in
my bathroom full
of all the things that make
me appear pretty
the little pots of shimmery
eyeshadows to suggest
i’m feminine but more
importantly fully awake
and the dark crayons to
draw lines that simulate
an innocent expression
the powder to smooth out
the bad spots so you
don’t see the bad thoughts
the mascara to pull my lashes
outward and pull the focus
away from what you might
possibly see behind my eyes
*fear
do not
let them see
the fear*
and tucked in the drawer
of pencils and palettes
i keep a sharpener
so when my womanly
sense of protection
begins to dull i will
not find myself
at odds with the competition
in the drawer above them
i keep my elastic bands
to prevent a slow
and knotted descent
into the madness
of being choked
in my hair
my own weird
sometimes insane
always interesting or
at least provocative thoughts
i also keep a pack
of razor blades for
when the constant struggle
to maintain this illusion
of sanity gets to be
too much for me
the hair ties are stretched
beginning to fall out
won’t hold things in place
nearly well enough
and i am completely
blind and lost in this
rainstorm and the wind
blowing in my face
the blades
are calling me again
a dark and
slippery promise
of something
of what?
of peace?
lies
of art?
i can do better
of pain?
always
elusive always
getting away from
me just as soon
as i can pin it down
the purpose
is fear
but only the
expression of it
*i’m afraid
always so
afraid it’s not
good like this
but if i cover
the fear with
my clothes
no one will
ever even
know*
i keep a drawer
in my bathroom
and every morning
i select powders
and pencils to
present myself as alive
and every morning
i stare down a pack
of razor blades
half wishing i wasn’t
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
i keep a drawer in
my bathroom full
of all the things that make
me appear pretty
the little pots of shimmery
eyeshadows to suggest
i’m feminine but more
importantly fully awake
and the dark crayons to
draw lines that simulate
an innocent expression
the powder to smooth out
the bad spots so you
don’t see the bad thoughts
the mascara to pull my lashes
outward and pull the focus
away from what you might
possibly see behind my eyes
*fear
do not
let them see
the fear*
and tucked in the drawer
of pencils and palettes
i keep a sharpener
so when my womanly
sense of protection
begins to dull i will
not find myself
at odds with the competition
in the drawer above them
i keep my elastic bands
to prevent a slow
and knotted descent
into the madness
of being choked
in my hair
my own weird
sometimes insane
always interesting or
at least provocative thoughts
i also keep a pack
of razor blades for
when the constant struggle
to maintain this illusion
of sanity gets to be
too much for me
the hair ties are stretched
beginning to fall out
won’t hold things in place
nearly well enough
and i am completely
blind and lost in this
rainstorm and the wind
blowing in my face
the blades
are calling me again
a dark and
slippery promise
of something
of what?
of peace?
lies
of art?
i can do better
of pain?
always
elusive always
getting away from
me just as soon
as i can pin it down
the purpose
is fear
but only the
expression of it
*i’m afraid
always so
afraid it’s not
good like this
but if i cover
the fear with
my clothes
no one will
ever even
know*
i keep a drawer
in my bathroom
and every morning
i select powders
and pencils to
present myself as alive
and every morning
i stare down a pack
of razor blades
half wishing i wasn’t