7:43 on a Wednesday eve & the Santa Ana's chill is biting so hard I've gone shaky at my skinned knees. So I hobble home to my bed instead of meandering through last nights skewed time line in my head so's not escalate the ache in my tightened chest, the throbbing in my swollen ankle, my grated palm, my jarred chin; oh where would I begin to recount & attest? No. For now, rest. Sip some chamomile & breathe in the steam, let it mellow my thoughts & steep them for my dreams when subconscious is unhinged. Tonight, let me forget feeling frayed fingering fickle fuzzies found 'round the fringes of my mind, like pinching at some kind of puff from a dandelion mane. The picking, the pulling, the grabbing & nabbing; the repetition is enough to steer me insane.
c.marie
c.marie
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