more than enough now
i strive to be less than
too much of the wrong thing
or full of myself
i've learned to bleed out
all the heavy and sad
just to swallow more problems
and too many flies
they starve here with me
and my poisons and pills
saying sorry have mercy
buzzing guilt, tired wings
hungry for frogs, or cats,
or goats, but hope that
they'll outlast their host
from parasite to symbiote
she ate too much
too fast, too long
too late. the flies
they sing their song
girl, look into
the mirror, cry
it cannot lie
perhaps she'll die
YOU ARE READING
lost in space on a page
Puisia collection of poems i wrote when i was sad and needed to get things off my mind, written about the girl inside my head
