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i've been reflecting on the topsy side of feeling strong and healthy and the turvy side of feeling a sickly white morbidity evoking a phantasmal contoured toilet shaped bed pan and the scent of syringes bathing in alcohol when feeling better i sleep less feel more alert eat lotus and drink bone broth becoming more active and ambitious but with it more demanding   impatient   raw with anxiety agitated and vitriolic like a buzzing electrical box in a flood with crisscrossing wires shorting and tainting the air   when feeling poorly i turn in on myself   as if walking on my knees wanting to avoid  interaction feeling more and more like a square peg in a round hole i become docile my insides a wandering ghost in ethers of the unimaginable a hanging mouth hung on a face like falling sand    i ask myself is illness a drug used to bow out think about dead people avoid hurt and stress to let go  as if floating through some intestinal filaments like an undigested spot of cheese and a fish head drawing closer to the shadows   feeling the numbing of desire and all the blah blah blah so i'm not such an ******* cartwheeling terrors of hot air with the language of vainglory just a weight around the neck of someone i love
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Sep 3, 2021
Sep 3, 2021 at 9:07 PM UTC
Eating Lotus
i've been reflecting on the topsy side of feeling strong and healthy and the turvy side of feeling a sickly white morbidity evoking a phantasmal contoured toilet shaped bed pan and the scent of syringes bathing in alcohol when feeling better i sleep less feel more alert eat lotus and drink bone broth becoming more active and ambitious but with it more demanding   impatient   raw with anxiety agitated and vitriolic like a buzzing electrical box in a flood with crisscrossing wires shorting and tainting the air   when feeling poorly i turn in on myself   as if walking on my knees wanting to avoid  interaction feeling more and more like a square peg in a round hole i become docile my insides a wandering ghost in ethers of the unimaginable a hanging mouth hung on a face like falling sand    i ask myself is illness a drug used to bow out think about dead people avoid hurt and stress to let go  as if floating through some intestinal filaments like an undigested spot of cheese and a fish head drawing closer to the shadows   feeling the numbing of desire and all the blah blah blah so i'm not such an ******* cartwheeling terrors of hot air with the language of vainglory just a weight around the neck of someone i love
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Sep 3, 2021
Sep 3, 2021 at 9:07 PM UTC
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