Dysphoria

Written October 27, 2014

a cyclical but irregular
near catatonia where
all i can do is crumple
inside and remember

my teeth clench as
my body prepares
for the tears
my eyes won’t shed

encircled in the ghosts
of my pain, i lie alone
with the memories
no one shares

anymore.

my nails claw at
my skin in frus-
tration as i wilt
and await

the bloom again,
that i know will
come at the very
first drop.