Vent

slip

who says i can't just flip

a switch and just flow

through my fingers and fall

into my  own

despair and slip

myself through the motions

and all the pretty faces

the lips

the drugs

the phases

all blends and hazes

into one deep dark pool

collecting for years,

keeping me cool

calm

knowing one day

when i need to escape

i can sink below the surface

drip

drop

down and down again

slowly gathering

waiting to regrow