i am not a poet // just a tub of guts spilling over

there is nothing to see here

i am average

and i am not writing

just bleeding

my mind is

a gray garden

and i am just trying to do some weeding

in sunshine

i see darkness

and in darkness

i see black holes

i can't tell if

i mimic winter

or if winter

mimics my soul

i am recovery dead-on-arrival

i am weeping chaos

a lost cause

god's greatest flaw

a ghost with leech-like tendencies

a heart that's too damn raw