animated: society
threw me up again today
now I’m just the bile that stains your pillowcase
(apology)
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