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.