the poison

the poison                                    February 28, 2015
i miss falling asleep
with your voice in my ear
whispering sweet nothings
that were never nothing to me
but everything

i do not feel
light and free
without you
i feel lost

this is hard
so hard
so i hide
like an injured cat
waking long enough
to lick the dripping pus
and sleeping
to avoid the pain

there is no escape left me
no comfort
no safety
i lapped from your lips
the poison
eats me

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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