I can't tell you how it works.
Even I don't know how it works.
I only know
That sometimes gravity shifts
And the world is so heavy on my chest
That my breaths come in little hiccups.
I know of the fear that comes to visit
This hole in my chest
And how restless he is.
He never visits when he is satisfied.
He will twist and turn
Batter me to bits
Until I can kick him out for a bit.
He will return,
But I deal with him
Like you do those door-to-door salesmen.
With a plastered smile and a plan.
I know how to wear a collar of needles
How to compose myself in spite of the razors slicing into me
And how to make the rivers of blood
Look like an art piece.
I can wear sadness like an accessory
I can make misery look like an ensemble
I can take the dirt the world has shoved done my throat and breathe flowers
But I can't tell you how to make it go away.
It seems to me
It'll be sticking around awhile
So I'll weave it a daisy chain,
It might as well look nice while it bleeds.
