Slippery Dreams

slippery dreams

Raining again

The brick is slippery

Under my feet

Blown towards

Away

Towards

The edge

I can’t help but wonder

What blood pooling with rain

Really looks like

I know it’s morbid

But I find a strange satisfaction 

In picturing the fall

The crunch of bone on concrete 

Nothing to be done at all

A strange dream

If only it was just a dream

The rain on my face 

Is just as real as the drop

if the muppet show was still airing chappell roan would guest star and thered be a running bit of miss piggy thinking shes trying to steal kermit but shes actually trying to flirt with miss piggy the whole time

crack ?

whack

Thwack

Bad advice

My therapist tells me:

“[blank], you need to try and learn

How to sit with your feelings,

Because then then

They will lose power

Becoming more manageable.”

I don’t think he realises

(Although I have tried to tell him)

That sitting with my thoughts

Is dangerous in the same way

Poking a sleeping bear is dangerous

Things are bad enough

Without inviting more issues

oh shit’s heating up !

@10kspoons hello vro

conditioning.

I have always been the strong one

I have never broken 

Under blows both physical 

Or mental

Both Atlas and Prometheus

Tortured to the point of madness

Until the pain is second nature

Then carrying it all

For there’s no place 

To drop the world

Despite the suffering

After all, I’m the strong one.