‘Roid rage,
hulk smash...

Dr. Teal’s & low effort meals
The Christmas tree is still lit up...

I've inhaled the scent of lilac and turquoise...
and exhaled the joy with the texture of paint...

Anything -
I don't want to feel...

The movements around me are thickly pouring syrup,
molasses...

My two work friends, my husband’s cousin,
all coming out of nowhere...

I feel most people live in a constant state of...
It’s a daily mannerism to be mildly dishonest...

I am changing into something new.
I’m growing beyond what I was...

Perhaps someday
we'll remember...

I’ve always struggled with emotional connection.
So I compensate for...

My best art comes from the psychoanalysis of...
My muse is lit by the fire of internal wreckage...

Poetry is art for the insane.
A minor keyed melody...