The hyperbole of your bootstrap
Sends me to therapy
Like a good little soldier.
Each morning it clears the child-proof cap and
Shakes two pills into my hand;
One cream, one pink.
It says "Look people
In the eyes."
"Smile every time you speak."
It makes my facial muscles weak
From effort.
Greeting a stranger,
Gritting my teeth,
Getting my point across.
I am sweet
Like a good little girl.
I used to drink
The dissonance to sleep.
A cocktail of tequila chasing Xanax
And Vicodin,
Made waking and dreaming indistinguishable.
My head pounds
But now
I take some CBD,
And drink a glass of water,
Like a good little human.
I'll play your game until the day
I don't.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles5 days ago in Fiction
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This one feels heavy and tiring...
Excellent
I'm exhausted reading this.
Nice! And I learned a new word. Once I looked it up and reread the poem, the power of the words completely magnified. Nicely done!
So powerful, kp.
Damn poet. Damn.