It hurts
when your mind kicks in
and begs to unravel
and scratches at the basement door
to let out the darkest impulses.
Suffocating and chest-clutching impatient wine
pouring into dark glass cavities
balanced on a fractured filament.
And you lie still to yourself
paralyzed with a psychological meningitis
beginning with madness
and culminating in physical stasis like stone
There are times when the only thing I can do when triggered to self destruct, is to freeze, and breathe, and wait forit to pass. After a few bad days I start to feel like this, like there's some animal clawing at the basement door of my mind, begging to be let out.