memory lane
I´ve learned to walk around inside my own head
I learned to feed off my words
I regurgitate the vomit of me
I slip my fingers down my throat over the toilet bowl of life
and flush down the remnants of last night dinner of dining of self-hate
I study the floor and scrape up the mess I made
unwanted chunks of the feelings
I wallow down in the shallows
the tiny little ripples of tears
that
hit the floor
teeter-tottering
losing balance
center gravity
stuck in the levity
of my drunken state
hungover
from
the
late nights
indulgence
in
insecure thoughts
wobbling
into
the
vanity
of
insanity
teething on my skin
gnawing
at
perfection
skinning
the
rib
meat
daunting
images
dangling
threats
throwing
images
of
fear
running
in circles
chasing
after
white
shadows
trying
to
merge
into
the
ghost
of
the
past
traveling
down
the
same
road
gruesome
cuts
slit
from
the
wrist
down
pressed
my
soul
into
the cookie
cutter
and
hacked
away
at
last
bit
of
me
slimmed
down
and
adjusted
my
body
to
fit
in
the
corsage
of
perfection