ive tried to leave so many times
my chest is heavy pushing against me
drop billions of blind bubbles and
pop into the razor blade grass
probe me back to gravity
its hell up here
subconsciously under lockdown
burried stomach pains that dont phase me
the pain of the song thats playing is
far much more excruciatingly
overtaken all my attention
focused and fuzzy wrapped like a present
with sterling silver jewelry
a puzzle box of pandoras trauma unfolds
you can hold it in for longer
white noise
sound stained roosters coo-ing
slightly distant alarming musical noises
randomly at any given time
3 am or 3 pm of 3
stings slower streams mask the symphony in the shower
and i try to go to sleep again
