Tuesday, June 29, 2021

After Therapy Poem- Special Sauce

 


Sandpaper 


Master sword 


Bandage 


Capsule


I took 


The battery 


Out


Of the clock 


Better yet 


It was never 


Set


I’m on my own 


Without 


Ingredients 


And 


I’m out of 


Special sauce 





Sometimes I don’t realize how hard I dissociate until my therapist asks what I have in mind for when “this or that” happens… and I just don’t know, and I just can’t go there, because it’s too much to conceive in the state I’m in… I need to only exist my mind throws on repeat….

No comments:

Post a Comment