it has come to my attention-
that the trauma
is a massive inconvenience!
it's really settling in now
in every crevice,
collecting like dust and lingering like a stench.
i didn't think
graduating meant finding out
just how stunted i am.
i see new people in the frames of people i once knew
finding their footing,
taking off;
and i'm still stuck,
fighting my own brain every day
in the very place i promised and swore i'd leave.
i feel crumpled at every edge,
my brain
has turned soft, soupy
and filled with static, became a home for wasps.
i can't find myself anymore,
i don't know who i am.
YOU ARE READING
READ MY MIND
Poetry🗯️ poetry trigger warning "I CONFUSE YOU WITH MY WORDS SO YOU'LL NEVER FIGURE ME OUT" title from read my mind by turnover crossposted to ao3 started [03/04/21] ended [ongoing] astralresident © 2021