.post it note poem.

depression's cold fingers lurch forward
and pull through the core, leaving
behind nothing but a sinking chill that
cools into numbness. this numbness turns
to feeling nothing at all, save for the stiff
mechanics of breathing; the challenging
reminder that life still exists in this body.

.tired.

do you ever get tired of being alive
being stuck in a routine
with no foreseeable escape

stuck
lost
alone

this loneliness
clings
will not release me

trapped
worn
thin

this life is too heavy, too much
it is but a burden
take the breath from my lungs

release
run
die

the thick waters of being
surround, pull, and attack
tossing and throwing and dragging

drown
breathe
drown

.butterflies.

::rough.draft::

beating against stomach lining
turning over and over
rise
the giddy rise
suddenly core might burst
because too much joy

their wings inside
addicted
never enough
always need more
selfish, crazed
obsessive

obsessed
owned by someone else
taboo
wait for me
run away from me
don't come too close

i forgot
forgotten feeling
elation
now devastation
should be alone
still together

butterflies began to fade
could not let them leave
grab them from the air
swallow them whole
drown
a monster with guts dribbled on face

all i wanted was to fly
free like icarus
but instead, the sun
falling
crash to earth, crumple
over, mangled