Poems (The Patterns of my Mind)

The Gossip Room

I never understood the gossip room

The place where the girls go for information

The place where they put on their perfect faces after destroying another's

The bathroom

The stall, mirrors, and sinks hold all the secrets

And all the trash

That others dump into each other's ears and brains

The source of all blackmail is in the walls

Just close the doors and listen

Then flush it away from you outside and wash your hands clean

But carry the bullets in our back skinny jean pocket

And the gun in your mouth

So when it is time

You can shoot out those words with perfect aim

At your fellow sister who you "just can't stand"

Then return to the room when you need to fill up on more amo

Stand in the darkened corner

Wash your hand in the trickling cold water

Compost what you don't need

And go back out there with you guns cocked

The gossip room can make you evil

But don't get me wrong, there are some good things in this room

It can be a place where one can come clean

And let go of the world around them

Close the door and let it all out

Or hide from the battle zone outside

You can wash your hands in the cold water

And splash your face clean but true

It can be a place of peace and recovery

From the wounds your fellow sister inflicted upon you

And a place for you to gain your strength

And listen to the gossip

But not fall to that level

Where you can learn to flush your bullets

And hide away the gun

'Cause you don't need it

When you want to be someone

Sadly though

For many years

You look out from behind the stall cracks with your sad eyes

And see that

There tends to be a lot more shit and piss in the air than in the pipes

Inspiration: The girls' bathrooms