I am capable of great things
used to be my favourite threat
before I scattered myself to the three winds
in every direction but the right one
Good riddance! I decided
and bend over backwards to eat my words
to work like the ratrace was worth it
—like I could recall
why I went along with it all.
Splinters puncture my toes
and I leave them be.
YOU ARE READING
Blood Orange Periphery
PoesiaMy suicide had been two years in the making when I decided not to follow through at the last minute. Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. This coll...
