an odd confluence
of contrasting
casualcasualities
have me considering
a tool belt as i
make much needed
repairs to my
messymental
cathedralof
careful
compartmentalization.

the cemetery
where my childhood
spins endlessly
in its shallow
grave
overrun with
carnivorousplants
snapsnapsnapping
for a hint of blood.

the years of
consildatedcandlewax
stalactites gripping
the underside of the
ornatelycarvedshrine
to every bitter smile
as love turned to ash.

the hedge maze has
overgrown turning
topiary fantasties
intointerminablehells
and i long to set the
entiretyoftraumasablaze.

maybe a nap before
rearrangingskeletons
apossiblereversalin
bipolarity pushing
foranotherinaseriesof
unfortunateunderstandings
and unplanned excavations.