My mind is a giant landfill
Overflowing to an invisible brim that keeps getting higher and higher
The thoughts move faster than the speed of thought and they swish around like they’re trying to find an emergency exit in a rapidly spreading fire
The thoughts are also the fire
They’re trying to escape themselves?
Topic after topic, trauma follows trauma, self worth plummeting and shame ruling as king
Doubtful Definitions of past, present, and even future moments all skewing reality
The butter knife turned sword, the friend turned ward
It’s all a bit untoward
A circus of criminals casting their confusing and callous concoctions of conceived conundrums
Can’t tell truth from imagination
My poor body there to witness it all, my mind screaming: stop!
My tears are the exit point of some of the steam turned liquid
But alas the tumultuous tumor of trauma and terror remains, although tears turn them to teetering towards tiny tinctures
Self
Others
Things
Life
Everything in need of calm
Takes a deep breath, lungs laugh at the attempt to heal, to steal a moment of sanity in the storm that is my mind
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