My mother
is dying.
so I
bite off
my lips
for not
speaking,
my fingers
bloody
for not
reaching out
more;
drink
the organs
she gave me
stripped
and fatty.
maybe
this time
they will
heal new
and
those skins
Will know
what to do(?)
Somber Sobriety
My brain
wakes up
and cries for
the death of
its living baby.
so used to
hurling
ourselves
[booze]
down the hatch,
the still
afterwake
unscathed
is surreal;
like crying
when happy,
our system
malfunctions.
Addiction: Middle Management of Capitalism
exertion charred
lungs feel good
after branding,
though
spin class is
actual hell.
endorphins,
you are
not booze
or coffee,
but you
are okay
[for now]
—
suddenly
there is
so much
more to do.
Not addiction
constrained
to certain
locations
everywhere
is a place
to be;
my body,
unhooked
from IV
free to
explore.
—
https://www.laurakkerr.com/2014/03/20/capitalism-traumatic-stress/
—
They Say
there’s always
an eye opening
moment
before sobriety.
The first time
for me was the
morning after
waking up
having dranken
from the tank my
miramo moss ball
was floating in.
—
i remember
drunk as fuck
lifting the
cold orb
into my palms
and pouring
its contents
down my throat
until it was
nearly
half empty.
it could
have been
poisonous.
911
You fed
and quenched
the body
of our
friendship
with flamin hots
and off-brand
sodas.
it feasted
on cream-dollopy
scrumptous
french pastries,
slathered
sizzling bacon
strips in
mayonnaise
before shoving
its mouth full
of indulgence.
now it’s having
heart-pain
under left
arm pit, and
asking us to
write it’s will.
it wanted
us
to know,
“you’ve got
to die of
something…
..why not
make it
something
you love.”
—
we’ve left it,
phone off
the hook;
A bandage
over
vital organ
failure,
to die, only
where it lived.
a Doctor about a patient
“Her body
just
stopped working”
the doctor continued,
“Sometimes,
when you’ve got
bad enough
depression
and anxiety,
your intestines
grow in
on themselves
and kill you
slowly.”
“It doesn’t
really
matter
what kind of
lifestyle
you decide
to take
or
what kind of
precautionary levels
you strive
to uphold,
you will
inevitably
die of
-excruciatingly-
painful
organ-failure.”
—
i found this written in my onedrive from years ago, and thought it was funny.
ten: daily prompt
“There is a saying that imbalanced Pitta individuals don’t go to hell; they simply create it wherever they go!”
—
The
Ayurveda
Website
Says a
10 P.M.
Bedtime
Is healthiest
For my
pitta-ridden
insides.
Thank
Eastern
Medicine
Livers&Guts
Don’t
Tell time.
—
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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2017/01/25/ten/
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