I listen to Radiohead when I contemplate killing you— I want to smash your glass and get at the inside of your meaning. Shells tell different truths— look at me. See, I’m right and tight with my plastic teeth, and painted eyes that never blink. We mislead, you and me. © Kindra M. Austin (image: Gifer)Continue reading “Truth: the liquid kind”
Every day it does reign, a perpetual decrescendo— melancholic melody made for only me. Deluge of disquiet comprises choral pessimists repeating in my head. Depressionist percussionist beats heart that’s damn near dead. Dirges designed for only me. But! Though it does reign—my melancholic melody—I seek the one to share an umbrella. Continue reading “For Only Me”
Despite the pain I live with every day, I often do forget that I’m not twenty anymore–until I hand down to my girl some vintage band tees too small for me now. Goodbye Fleetwood Mac tank top, and Rolling Stones long sleeved t-shirt. See you around, Abbey Road with the small hole in the armpit.Continue reading “Fibromyalgia: You Don’t Own Me”
Originally posted on Brave & Reckless:
Reached for basic black today red, blue and gold hang untouched in the closet lasso of truth forlorn in the corner too heavy for tired arms outlines of a plane just visible in the driveway covered in fine layer of dust world feels like it is moving on without…
Fibromyalgia, insidious onset (yeah fucking right). Symptoms include: Fatigue, worsened by physical exertion or stress (CHECK) Activity level decreased to less than 50% of pre-illness activity level (CHECK) Recurrent flu-like illness (CHECK) Sore throat (CHECK) Hoarseness (CHECK) Tender or swollen lymph nodes (glands), especially in neck & underarms (CHECK) Shortness of breath with little orContinue reading “My Fibromyalgia Check-list: Legit Reasons Why I’m a Surly Bitch”
Radio Silent, and Brain Static– (sshhh…) (i cannot hear my) Heart Beating, (i cannot feel my) Lungs Breathing Half Dead Electric Skin Sensational– (buzzz…) Static Brain, and Silent Radio
pain keeps me awake hubby snores content in bed I sit at my desk cat rubs against my ankles and life is good; I’m happy
If you don’t have a chronic illness, I suggest you find one, grab hold of it, and hand over control. Life is much simpler when you have something legitimate to blame. If you feel like cutting out of work early, your illness is the best excuse to walk out in the middle of your shift,Continue reading “Catch a Chronic Illness”
Wherever I go, a phantom follows. The ghost of me; I’m not who I used to be. The absence is heavy–cold grey hollows. The ghost of me, she is resistant to be.
I am no stranger to the breakdown, Florence– I lose my mind in varying degrees on the goddamned regular, it seems. prepaid predisposition See the predicate? Please identify: She hides in the shower. Cry, cry, cry. No one can hear you.