You can pretend to forget him who has forgotten you.
You can eat, drink, smile and even dance to deceive others but how can you forget him whom you love. My dear you can even fool your heart but still memories haunt.
My madness is indirectly proportional to his sanity.
16 April 2020
-- ceaseless --
the fist that squeezes my lungs
that sick choking sweeping
d r o w n i n g
when the thin air slips through the
cracks of my closed lips
like a whisper
pulse heavy with breath-thirsty blood
mind lead and
heavy enough to sink
a million times over : deep
every time i try and take a scraping breath
all i’m taking in is this
// fear //
this scratching wasting constricting
that folds and shifts and hold and
eating and molding and digging and
With my whimpers and worries;
Weak. Vain. Selfish. Me.
My Quarantine With My Sister...
As you are aware that due to quarantine everyone has got time for their hobbies amidst their busy lives. And so my sister realized her potential talent of accusing blame on me for stealing her clothes. As mentioned in day 2, she is an expert at digging into my things. Today she found her clothes in my closet.
Sameera, 11years exclaimed(in fact shouted)."This was my cold shoulder top and how dare you steal it.
She was handcuffed and announces guilty. She was taken to Super Judge my mom.
Samina, 15 years, gave her sentence that borrowing stuff isn't called as stealing.
Before the judge could announce anything. Samina escaped and then began the wars. And my sister's specialty is unfolding my secrets in front of my mom when she is angry. (I know you all might visualize this scene if you have younger siblings.)
The best thing about fights is a guilty pleasure of troubling your sibling.
I Feel Mentally Sick
deep in my stomach
(away from my heart).
they bubble up
(begging to escape)
b u r n i n g
all of my tender flesh.
My feelings are acidic monsters
that terrorize my body
(why can’t they just go away?)
But no matter how far I push them down
find their way
e x p l o s i o n.
I called to check up on my annuity with Prudential. The young man said, "You said you were a nurse. How is it going where you are?"
Suddenly my chin began to quiver. My voice changed to this raspy laryngeal tightened tearful talk. I told the young man I'd had a meltdown yesterday and apologized for obviously busting out in tears on the phone. I explained the hospital has asked me to come out of psychiatry and use my med/surg ICU skills as they are transforming the third floor into a "Covid Unit." I explained my fears of not having N-95's and that I was being morally challenged and afraid. I then explained how the Vet won't see my dog because I'm a nurse.
The prisons here are tripling their positives including gaurds who have quit. My unit gets their mentally ill ones, both facilities ignoring the governor's orders not to transfer and they are doing it without testing.
My cousin is a nurse who's sister asked her to leave. She then went to a friend who would not let her stay so she is moving in with me today.
He was so kind to me (which made me cry again). He told me how much I was needed and thanked me.
my English teacher
made me read an article
it was about
reading and writing as therapy
at the end
what I would do to learn more
and walked away
Covid 19 Tracker
Waiting and watching as death inches closer towards us - with no fortress to hide, unarmed with no weapon to fight this battle!
Keeping me sane is part of the game. Even with the pain you are keeping me tame. I am to blame for your fame you just swerved into my lane. I drain the plain jane from my vein. The rain leaves a stain on the lion´s mane. The same gain I obtain from the cocaine is drowning my brain.