keeping up with the down You were followed, for a long time. Too long. Disenchanted migraines & the sounds of screeching strings echoed in tired ears. Keeping up with the down. You are hallowed for the song line. Too pretty, too ugly. Fractured mind games & the rule of Kings Repetition of mired self hating tears. Losing ground with the Glower. You were hallowed out for the wrong time, Oracle of things. Knew better than even the repetition in a mired tear. Losing ground with the frown. Unplowed but sown,
Never so fine. Not deep. Punctured names running of rings & cauterized seer Forecaster with the self appointed crown. Keeping up with the Down. My husband brought an axe home just for me. It's a perfectly me-sized mini-axe that I can carry around with me while I walk the dog in case a sick coyote challenges us, or I can use it to cut down the small trees that try to take over my garden ...and I can slice the vines of poison ivy that snake into my space every spring...but...in my mind, i want to chop down everything....EVERYTHING.
Yes, this is a political post. |
Erin ThomasNOTES & SKETCHBOOK
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