This is how to slip away.
You cry behind the velvet curtains,
And run back on stage
For the show.
Drown yourself in bandages,
Fuzzy blankets, and
Friends who don't give a shit
Wear their rancid perfume
Till you can mask out
Your own stench.
Follow every sign on the highway,
Meandering into a dead end.
Snip the cord between your
Soft lips and the gnarled
Thought convolutions.
Take the elephant's thunderous feet
And slice them off
Before he can trudge
Across the room.
Paint a smile over your lips and
Keep your tears safe
In a mildewed jar.
Run, run, fucking run for your life
Before the black cloaks with
Stale breath can drag you down
The slope.
Run till you realize
They've been sitting at the finish line
Drinking your blood in a
Champagne glass.
YOU ARE READING
Today Wasn't The Best
Poetry"Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you." -Joseph Heller
