Paperclip

Insides held tightly
Together
Fold, fray just slightly
And into your mouth
It goes. 

A feather

Light cylinder white
Ease the pain
For one more night.

Realisation of the height
You've fallen
Tears your pages
Words dribble
Through the cages
Created in your mind
Crawl in.

Time soaks through the corners
Absorbing come what may
Six more bottles a day
Should stop it
A heavy gut
Says otherwise
Mop it
Up with smut.

Your bloodshot disguise
Does not give rise
To wisdom
And yet a part of you
Already knew that.

Faces with eyes
See you
Brighten.
Wrap themselves in lies
To step up the ladder.

Empty your bladder
Now.

Feel the pain 

Regain its strength
To remind you of those
You chose
To ignore.

Sit
Still.
Life is learning
Forgiveness, strife
And yearning
Were always present
You did not create them.

This is a blank slate
No hope nor hate
A belated truce
Pulling off the noose
You placed around your own neck.

Listen.
Hear the friends old
Who knew you
Hot and cold

From the start
Your heart
The shredded mess

That right now
Is being led
By one very confused head.

And so
You slip
Another feather
Swallow
Forget
Tomorrow
Sweat, dance, go
Lights, fast, show
Hit the snooze
Blank the clues
And finally you loose
Your paperclip.



ShayCrinkle 2016