I Move Day By Day,

I move day by day,

s l o w l y,

savoring the taste of

life on my tongue

even as

I strain toward the future I am

impatient to have with you.

We made that picture together—

the three of us.

Chosen media: crayon,

we did our best to

replicate Van Gogh,

to create the swirls and beauty of The Starry Night.

I look at my wall of beautiful tapestries

and this is my favorite,

cradling memories within the scribbles

until I need them again.

Concept: A witch cat that’s too fat to fly

These barbs are pressing against my skin,

cursed little

pinpricks of bright red pain.

Little do you know:

to hold me

is not the same as knowing me.

You who have

stubbornly refused

to show me

your soft underbelly—

why should you have the right to demand mine?

@zombiesun

That t i l t i n g sensation

loss of

thought and complete

carnage and beautiful godly power

that comes with

being drunk

and

seeing the world laid out beneath your feet.

I wish I could

unwrap my skin like ribbon

from my bones.

I think I’d feel

less claustrophobic.