Catch a Chronic Illness

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,

Gun Smoke, Black

Don’t fuck around– take your finger off my trigger, or smoke me. Gun smoke, black smoke, black as my guts. Take your finger off my trigger.  

Full Bitch Rising Bright White and Callous

Go on, and draw those Roman shades; it’s not the sun you owe in spades, but the moon. She does come tonight, so see that those shades are pulled tight– Roman shades for blocking the sun, but the moon? Oh, this will be fun! An oath to the white you did make, and sanity the

Love: You’re an Asshole

There once was a girl who loved a boy, a boy whose roots were rooted far away; the boy loved the girl too, though a dream. One day the couple met, and did learn dreams are much sweeter than reality. Reality hurts, but it is good. The girl now loves another, the victor. The victor

Living Ghost

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.    

E-gad!

Generalized Anxiety Disorder has similar symptoms as panic disorder, and obsessive compulsive disorder, but they are all different conditions. Symptoms of GAD vary from individual to individual, and may include:  persistent worrying or obsession about concerns out of proportion to the impact of the event; inability to let go of worry, or set worry aside;

Give her pain to me

In the night she cries. Writhes. Into her pillow, screams. In the night she dies– part by part, her heart does die. Tell me what to do, please. How can I take it all? Give her pain to me, please. She’s too beautiful, kind. In the night she cries, and I die part by part.

Who ordered the crazy?

  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.      

Lies Anxiety Tells Her

“You’re not smart enough,” Anxiety tells her. On a good day, my girl, she knows better. But something will happen– Something must always happen– Ill happenstance Hungry Anxiety pulls her in tight And my sweet baby believes Anxiety is right. Lost in the terrific maw, her heart rages Against the ugly, hateful, deceitful mirages– Against the

Life With My Mother

I love her to the point of madness, my mother, a paradox wrapped in sun-kissed paper flesh. To embrace her is to hold an armful of hollow bones; the shell of a woman short-lived. If only you could study the photographs of my childhood, or look through the lens of my mind’s eye, you would