there’s no point in writing anything
there’s no point in anything
i feel so
done
finished
nothing left but fear
irrational fear
i can’t get away
i can’t fight
i want out
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there’s no point in writing anything
there’s no point in anything
i feel so
done
finished
nothing left but fear
irrational fear
i can’t get away
i can’t fight
i want out
Split golden moonlight:
This war will only quit when I do. It’ll only fall still when my heart insists on the same.
I’ve shown you all of my hungers
Now show me how you sow these hills…
These late night thoughts
Let’s hide them in this mist
Where none shall ever find them
…
Sweating under sun:
unusual autumn heat
confuses us all
While my husband’s in the kitchen cooking dinner
I’m calculating how many grams of rice I’ll eat
Budgeting the results of his care
Fretting over the mass I could be feeding
…
I don’t really know you,
various sirs, madams, and others…
Thinking of others who have far less
Who have met with the heaviest misfortunes
Who do not have my reinforced net…
I left my shoes behind when my feet got stuck in the asphalt
I had to leave them behind when I walked right into this mess that I didn’t see