Thursday, 2 October 2014

THE NEW I


I
miss the luxury of being mad
leaving crimson tear stains on ivory pillows
and canine tattoos on layers of lower-lip tissues

I
miss the purge of vaporized hurt escaping through my ears
the release on impact of my bare knuckles on a dumb wall
and the verbalized bile escaping the compressor in my tight chest

I
miss clenching my jaws till my ears ring
the exhilarating numbness of tightening a fist till it turns bloodless
or the perfect slap that manually overrides prior settings
*shrug*

the new I is too busy
....at the distillery
where every thing is bottled and corked