On Using My Voice

A prose poem written in the isolation of delirium.

A prose poem written in the isolation of delirium.

27.4

stability is for

anyone who wants to believe in

certainty

This is a prose poem written in the isolation of delirium.

Or the delirium of isolation.

Same difference.

I tell you that I am rising and falling but really I am just hoping to break

free

I like words because they are Clever and I have Imposter Syndrome.

word vomiting something other than

beauty

I like pain because it can be beautiful only when it is fleeting (unless you’re a real masochist).

anger

gutteral

this is just part of the process

healing

feeling

pages to believe in

saintly mornings

depraved evenings

all the things I love, made flesh

all the things I love, without regret

all the things I love, with tenderness

for

you can take my art but

you can’t take my heart

away from me

The past is but memories / the future, imaginary

just beating

just breathing

softly.