That beast comes at me with a new fury.
It’s rabid, vapid, and it’s preparing to charge.
It’s enraged at the sight of me and on a wild offensive now.
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That beast comes at me with a new fury.
It’s rabid, vapid, and it’s preparing to charge.
It’s enraged at the sight of me and on a wild offensive now.
I know you’re tired of the shifting
Between shimmering and rotting…
to fucking cry once in a while
On the rapid severity with which conditions or situations can shift.
Continuation: Saturday Evolution
Waking with the sunrise / balanced and healthy / morning unfocused / afternoon of forced smiles / clicking clacking / brief evening of laughs / good food, short adventure virtual / day devolves / heart dissolves / nighttime concrete / dragging heavy feet / crickets and music / (music and crickets?) / keep trying but can’t get my damn glasses clean / so sick of myself / want to get away from myself / don’t want to be anyone else / just want to get away / separate from myself / insides twitch / insides weigh heavy / numb / dragging / dragging / dragging / nine hours / tiny relief / soon numb again / hope for a feeling / anything to come with another sunrise
Sky lightening now / still waiting
Friday, September 13 – Saturday September 14, 2024
Sometimes I think it’s gone and am convinced I’m free, even if I know it’s just for a little while. “I’ve had a good week”, I say to myself, and I say to others, and I’m smiling.
Then there’ll be someone in the know…
Time to try harder now
You stupid little bitch
You tried to push and shove
But you just gave me the itch…
That beast awakens again tonight.
It smells my weakening will, and my confusion.
It smells them, and its appetite is aroused, after fasting for days.
It salivates at the thought of me;
at the thought of tasting me.
Sometimes all I have to do
Is stand firm glaring
Insist upon my place
And it will yield the path…
Notches on skin
Reminiscent of warriors of old…
I hope I’ll have so much more to say;