Idiot Bones (#114)

Required strife flurries into my view this morning
So I hunt relief game, feasting on their struggles
I nourish contempt, letting my shitty attitude bob up and down
To get washed out is to be afraid
A slightly less comfortable zone terrifies a creature of habit
Walls made of cactus needles
With enough tepid strikeouts
My scrappy itch reignites
To lift my idiot bones again feels human
I know I’m lucky
Doesn’t mean I should cash out
Not when I can be uncomfortable again
Symbols are tone deaf
Everything is familiar
Create more mystery and fling my idiot bones at the sun

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2 comments

  1. Lona Gynt · January 29

    Very Icarus-like of you. I relate to this especially:

    To lift my idiot bones again feels human
    I know I’m lucky

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