#embodied
I feel like a drink
to wash down the burning intensity of anger and frustration
Temporary feelings of momentary exasperation
I don't expect for you to truly see
what precisely is going on within me
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 5:02 AM UTC
Weaponized nonchalance
Killing my ambiance
Maybe I've just been too afraid
Turning calm into a shield
Hiding myself in tiny pills
Nothing in the hand I play
Blank face cards stare unflinchingly back
As everything inside me fades to black
I drink in the air but it's never enough
I suffocate in my potentiality
Watching my fragile reality
As it becomes chipped paint and rust
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 3:47 AM UTC