Styrofoam

rubbing together,

squeak to squawk to squeal,

it rends its bloody talons

down the chalkboard

then turns to me,

looming, eyes glittering yellow.

this static monster

made up of blacks and whites and greys,

claws raking down my skin

seeping into my ears, head, mind,

bleeding me blue.

my mind is splitting

lodging in my throat,

my heart,

the edges of my eyes.

then it stops.

they put the styrofoam away

and the beast is sealed away in its cave again.

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Brown Neck Bottled Malt

​My brother tells me

“Don’t think about it too much.”

Yet I can only

Think about it again

And again

And again.

Think about how the words won’t flow,

Spill over the glass of my mouth

Onto the page,

Soaking in my heart along the way.

When I can feel my thoughts as my words,

As they flow down my agate skin onto my pen,

Some go unnoticed

In the desolate maelstrom of my mind,

Dismissed

Forgotten and lost to the empty void.

Yet it is this same void that inspires me,

Regurgitating the words I used to say aloud,

The words that slid down my glass neck,

Bitter as those that spoke them.

You stand proud with

Your unbreakable barrier,

Not sealed but

Empty.

And me, a

Bottled up brown neck

So full yet I can only barely

Stretch open my throat to give you these words.

I’m sorry

That you don’t understand me.

Don’t understand the pain I’m in,

The pressure that builds up from never speaking;

Glass cracking

But never breaking

Because I won’t let it.

Won’t let out the torrent of words

Even once.

Letting out a drop will open the rest

And I don’t know

If I’m strong enough to pull it back in.

So I’ll sit,

A bottled up brown neck

Sealed tight at the lips

Tapping on the lid

To keep out the bubbles

That threaten to break me.

Dance (For Me)

​I could hear your heart,

Racing alongside mine

But racing toward another.

All I wanted

Was to see your eyes light up on mine

To see you remember that time as a I did.

But I’m rhyming now

And that won’t do

So

No more swaying

No more chill

I’ll beat the drums with my feet

Let the guitar play in my blood

Rend the silence

With the crescendo of my voice

Dancing alone

Letting you go

No easy love,

No taking it slow

I’ll burn the records

Drown the CDs

Dance all night

Finally alone.