downward dog, inward loathing

it is taking
my every
ounce of
willpower
not to tear
those
fucking
wind chimes
down and smash
them to bits
while screaming
inchoately
to the empty
heavens
on the never
ending winds.

my head
is packed with
meth addled
mutants
firing neon
rocket launchers
while scraping
knives
on dinnerware
and chewing
with their
mouths agape
flecks of
half chewed
meat
fly as they
bemoan another
eternity
in my hell.

too sore
to sleep
too tired
to write
too lost
to ever
hope to be
found.

and still
they
clang
endlessly
a sound
that
typically
fills me
with
happiness
but now
just mocks
my impossibly
vast field
of thunderous
hooves
treading
carelessly
over
exposed nerves.

i would
breakdown
if i wasn’t
long past
that
happy little
memory.

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