A civil war rages onwards
between my mind's freedom vs. my
will's institutionalized cage.
Every action premeditated to appease
Murmuring in the background lies the twang of guitar strings
Cooperatively overlapping, not interrupting, the sound of morning avians, calling.
Their foreign tongue harps to me in octaves and E notes, guileful.
Slower than the gentle sway of willow leaves,
Clutch me, wrap your arms around my body, tight, like rope burn
Foreheads mushed together, red, everyone said this'd hurt
And while we're breathing together, sharing the same rhythm
It's like I've let the pieces of me go on sudden exhibition -
Like dandelion seeds, submissible to the wind
Floating where the changing tides of rupturing foliage takes me
Clacking cherry leaves deafens out both our sanities
Muffling the whispers of my conscience, tugging at my heartstrings.
Let me have some Novocaine
Stuck underneath my eyelids,
so they fail to crease again. To what pressure?
As if I actually enjoy the salty pleasure