Oh how lovely it is to find my thoughts in order
Neat. Tidy. A fence around their border.
Not scattered. Not shattered.
They used to be so tattered.
Blowing around me like a tornado.
Me, a rag-doll in the centre
Bruised and tender.
Who was I back then?
I couldn’t tell you.
Each piece of my brain was spinning in different directions.
I couldn’t focus on any section.
I was capable of everything. Of nothing.
I felt… I felt… small.
I felt it all.
Too much. Much too much.
Oh how nice it is to be so contained.
Knowing exactly how I feel.
Keeping it ‘real’.
I am at last restoring.
Then why do I feel so boring?
I bleated to the sky
I am a lamb in the wind on the hill
The clouds have darkened and there is a storm
Oh who will keep me warm?
Do you not have wool child?
Make use of it.
Soon it will be mild
And the best of you will be used to heat others.
No not your brothers.
Those that will eat you to bone.
And leave you all alone.
Today enjoy your heat
For tomorrow you will be meat.
No… I wouldn’t say I’m judgmental.
Sorry. What’s that?
You don’t drink coffee?
There’s a long luscious list of reasons we should
But a jagged emporium of poisonous consequences
Jars upon jars upon shelves upon walls
Filled with outcomes. Black outcomes.
They swirl around like mini-galaxies
Holding us both hostage to our decisions.
It’s not just one you see?
All the things that led us here
A million ways we can go wrong
Let’s sit here for a while. On the safe floor.
In the room without a door.
Where the only way out
Scratch it. Scratch it.
You want to.
Those cells are asking to be lifted.
Stop tapping your fingers on wood.
Let them do good. Here.
Lick it. Lick it.
Lap the curiosity away.
Swim in the swamp not the lake
I promise I won’t fake.
I don’t have to.
Don’t live with an itch.
Make me twitch.
I’m not a witch.
Or am I?
You’re thinking about me now?
I know you are.
I’m under your skin.
Oh me Oh my
I’m about to die
You just walked in and I can’t think straight.
Are you crooked or is it my head?
Off with it so.
It must go.
I can’t trust it anymore
It renders me an utter whore
Your eyes are crinkling at the edge
While I teeter nervously on the ledge
I’ve suddenly landed in Wonderland
Ain’t it lovely? Ain’t it grand?
Is it the first or is it the latter?
Shoot I’m madder than the hatter.
You’re smiling less
You’re more on your guard.
Turns out you’re just a pack of cards