Blues and Twos

poetry | writing

animated: society

threw me up again today

now I’m just the bile that stains your pillowcase



what wonderful delights will grace my presence this afternoon?


dried, encrusted

you scratch me off


   abandoned I’ll remain

under your fingernail


another piece of tissue

to burn out with the rest.


my pounding, cotton wool head

still trying to comprehend

   the days madness.


fizzing psychosis frothing over

my neurotic heart is pale


all that’s left is base camp quiet

paracetamol lingers on