I am suspended from the sky
upside down
caged in my darkness
chained by my anxiety
moving to and fro
like a damaged clock
suspended in time.
Little griffons feast
on my decaying flesh
clean my bones
polish it with their spit
and my spilling blood.
—–
Something hurts.
I know it is not my broken flesh
my splattering blood
my disintegrating tissues
my tangled nerves.
Maybe my cracked soul
is trying to sew itself back together,
Maybe my brittle heart
is trying to piece itself together.
But it hurts.
—-
I am in my room
filled upto the brim with laughter and champagne
with dancing Chinese fairy lights
with peeling lemony yellow walls.
Nothing is happening but
everything is in chaos.
I am with everyone
yet lonely as a lost sparrow
watching the regale
from a hanging branch
outside the kitchen window.
—-
I can still taste the bitter…
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