What goes up, must come down.
What goes in, must come out.
What comes without, we keep away.
It finds a way, though, anyway.
Wounds,
opened like a birthday present.
Junes,
scabbed knees with no parents present.
Rooms,
of doctors neither calm nor pleasant.
Blooms,
in roses from my adolescence.
Blood pours forth from the gaping ****
Disintegrating memories burning to ash.
As gore pours out, disease seeps in.
Facilitated by shifts to freezing seasons.
Labs,
where scientists attempt to sew.
Cabs,
of doubt I pay to take me home.
*****
not redder than me when boiled whole.
Scabs,
as much a fix as I'll ever know.
May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022 at 6:12 PM UTC
What goes up, must come down.
What goes in, must come out.
What comes without, we keep away.
It finds a way, though, anyway.
Wounds,
opened like a birthday present.
Junes,
scabbed knees with no parents present.
Rooms,
of doctors neither calm nor pleasant.
Blooms,
in roses from my adolescence.
Blood pours forth from the gaping ****
Disintegrating memories burning to ash.
As gore pours out, disease seeps in.
Facilitated by shifts to freezing seasons.
Labs,
where scientists attempt to sew.
Cabs,
of doubt I pay to take me home.
*****
not redder than me when boiled whole.
Scabs,
as much a fix as I'll ever know.
o
Request permission to use this poem