by Jessica Hopkins13 Apr 2018
the subtle realization - first gradual, then
as if a current rushing from your tips
to your ends
untangling whatever it is, that held you together.
you do not have control. you do not have hope. you talk
all you do is talk -
why would you be more, why would you be grateful, why would you use each opportunity
when you can waste away
in the dark corners of your mind?