I haven’t felt this emotionally paralyzed in a very long time.
take a shard of broken glass and paint a mural on my back.
write braille along my arms with your nicely lit cigarette.
kick my shins until they bend.
choke me with an extension cord, but stop when my pale turns a slight lavender.
but as you leave, don’t forget to take this sadness with you.
I’ve not been in a great emotional state lately. I felt an anxiety attack come on during class, probably due to the bad mixture of stress, sadness, coffee and a new coat that made me feel obnoxious. I went to the bathroom after a few minutes of enduring and in the big, handicap stall I played “Michelle” by the Beatles and danced around and twirled and shook and lip-synced and closed my eyes during the whole time. I felt a little better after that.
"Khedive" Papaver orientale. Oriental Poppy. (x).