what makes you kick
what makes you tick.
i'm kicking today because
the rain made me do it.
i made bad coffee and curled my hair.
when the wind blows
the rain sounds like someone's vomit
splashing to the pavement
but it looks a little prettier.
i think if i throw my heart away
it'll save me my own mercy
afforded when no one gives a fuck
attention whore, thrill seeker,
call me names, i invite you to.
i'm immune now,
numbed by bad weather and
the memory of cigarettes on Sundays.
God's day. a day not to commit
the inevitable sins of your ancestors.
if i grow old but never get even,
it'll be a combustion of sorts,
the key in the ignition, me learning
some humility at last that the
earth might have withheld;
don't look at me, the cocoon
[this piece is inspired by the "labyrinth" prompt from Think Tank Thursday over at Poets United. i get lost inside myself often, and a labyrinth is a good way to describe my insides, i suppose. writing about it helps me find my way out. x]