each word draws the poison
suffering and anger leach
angst and puffed the same
the way I rid yourself from me
ink lathered in blood on page
tear-soaked paper scraps
shriveled napkins tinged with rye
a collective act to ward off life

26 Saturday Dec 2020
Posted Anxiety, Depression, Mental Health, Migraines, Poetry, Writing
ineach word draws the poison
suffering and anger leach
angst and puffed the same
the way I rid yourself from me
ink lathered in blood on page
tear-soaked paper scraps
shriveled napkins tinged with rye
a collective act to ward off life
13 Sunday Dec 2020
Posted Anxiety, Depression, Mental Health, Pain, Poetry, Uncategorized
inSkull full of daggers,
shooting ache of burning. And
pain causes migraines —
enemy within
nails and scrape to outside out
blind shot of deaf thought