if nothing else works, call your mom. poetry #9

a collection of fifteen poems, written by me, for you.☺♥ (c) papertissue, 2014. all rights reserved.

i will shed myself of humanity and hold it within my aching chest, as if it will stop the burning. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]

One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.