Relevant. (&I don’t know how to comment unquoted via mobile app)
tiredfoxes:
My pain
is personal
and wet.
It leaves stains
on all the walls
and before they’ve dried
you draw faces
into them
with the tips
of your fingers.
Your fingers too,
are stained now.
My pain
is an electrical outlet
and the wiring
behind the plate
is faulty
and dangerous.
You put your fingers
in the socket
and wiggled
until the shock
set in.
My pain
is a paper cup
and it’s empty
on a windy day
and I’m tumbling
across the park green
collecting pollen
and bug teeth,
wings.
There was once in me,
wine
and the lovers
finished drinking
and were left with red
on their lips
and their tongues
which made it easier
for them
to set me free.
(Source: tiredfoxes)
