I broke down Thursday
And the wind was cracking loud and
beating my spine into an
uncomfortable submission
I broke down
and all the graves were upside-down
letting the maggots see the sunlight
and the wood was damp and splintered
I broke down
and all the rocks became toadstools
and I sat and I knitted a scarf with
all my worries weaved in with the wool
I broke down Thursday
and the car wouldn’t start and my eyelids were
cinder blocks and the colors started leaking
as I realized my battery was dead
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
I broke down Thursday
And the wind was cracking loud and
beating my spine into an
uncomfortable submission
I broke down
and all the graves were upside-down
letting the maggots see the sunlight
and the wood was damp and splintered
I broke down
and all the rocks became toadstools
and I sat and I knitted a scarf with
all my worries weaved in with the wool
I broke down Thursday
and the car wouldn’t start and my eyelids were
cinder blocks and the colors started leaking
as I realized my battery was dead
A re-telling of a panic attack
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