separation anxiety ... for real-like
madness
a taste familiar to the tongue.
it rolls around and invades,
souring breath and clamping jaws in muscle aching grip.
it is shouldered devil and biting pain,
forcing an absorption of self
that cannibalizes, gnaws at, erodes.
swimming these dark waters shuts eyes, asphyxiates, ends.
... but what is it feared?
what is it trapping us?
what sets us free?
~
8 comments:
I hope you're talking about being separated from your bike.
Holy kkkkeeeerist.
you know you love us, J.
we're bringing the vino for next weekend, btw. so get your ass prepared for some serious goofin' off.
oh ... and bike racing.
k. Schmoop-free though, I hope.
Friday and sat. or just sat?
We'll do a big din din.
Red would go best.
no, no schmoop
and no glitter either
we were originally thinking just sat but now i see my race is at 10am so we may need to consider friday too....
Down w/ the glitterati. That's pimp.
glitterati ... Jed said done created somethin' there.
me likey.
my turn...
chomp chomp chomp
chomp chomp chomp
this is going to be a long day
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