pain

I finish my first quickly, belligerently, Avoiding clock, phone, others. I feel my mood falter, dip...slide Belligerently, I quickly finish my first. I feel my mood falter, dip, slide Headlong toward the stinging place. I finish my first quickly, belligerently I slide, feeling my mood falter, dip Finally tired of goodbyes This night, I choose … Continue reading Poem: Sliding