In Person

In person

Seems the safest way to interact

Texting means a degree of separation

That’s felt all the more keenly now

The miles stretch out like patchwork nerves

Raw distance bloody with words unsaid

I long for the day

That I can call you all home

Either as one house or separate ones

Scared I’ll never see that day

Longing to never see the sunrise

Tonight I’ll hold on

Held safe by promises of another

Another hug

Another joke

Another reason

I think I’m some ways I was born to fight

I know that sounds dramatic so let me explain:

I can't sit still for long 

My fists are nearly always clenched 

I’m so hard headed 

It puts mules to shame

I’m mostly made of thin sticks

Draped in paper

With a wiry strength 

Born, apparently, from malnourished muscles 

I was born to fight

And I will

But sometimes I just want to cry

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Amontillado.

I just to burn it all down

Set fire to the dresses

Damn the skirts to hell

Wipe off all the makeup 

Bury the clanging bell

You told me it was worth it

It all works out in the end

But the only end I see 

Is the one where I am dead. 

She fought so hard you see

To be who she is

In an uncaring family

That didn’t believe her

I don’t want her struggle 

To be in vain

But I can’t see her living like this

Crushed under the pain

So put on those trousers

And the green flannel shirt

You had some fun as her 

But maybe now it’s time to

Stop

Go back

And bury her.

I need to be Dead or I need to be happy. I will accept no substitutes (except maybe cake) and no inbetweens.