I must break the flimsy yet non-shatter ice
Great sheet of it, between me and my mind.
Nothing works in harmony right now for me and I.
The chipped blue sheath conceals a multitude of lewd.
Of false desire, dirty desperation.
Throat red raw from swallowing back every truth that wants uttering
Brain so sore from trying to reason with every voice around me
Friend or foe. Invisible or no. Now you’re all inside me.
Having a party while I’m trying to sleep.
Perforating my lungs while I’m trying to breathe.
Cut out my fucking tongue, I don’t wish to speak.
Stomping on and piercing at
This sheet I finally impale.
I wish I could say it is nice to meet the murk
That lurks. That is my mind.
So I’m drowning for days, maybe months, even years.
Forget I cannot swim but at least I break the ice
Every few days, months or years.