its a
strange kind
of painful
isnt it ?
to see
yourself
with
unbearable lightness
d
o
w
n there
as if
from
the ceiling
and
that face
you live behind
Good Lord
My Days
you think
that
Meat Mask
is me ?
~
and
theres that
Mind Murder
drs calmly call
Social Anxiety
that
ridiculous
hyperawareness
that makes
all your
clothes
all wrong
in the
careless light
Outside
that
unbearable lightness
of a
hot flush
sweat out
on your
first job
bus ride
and
the wet palms
in the
newsagent
or in
effing topman
cos you dont
want anyone
to know
which fizzy pop
or leather belt
you want
to buy
cos theyll
judge your need
and theyll
judge your choice
and
its an
endless examination
and re-eaxmination
and
its panic
in the
canteen queue
holding a
plastic tray
like you
stole an
afterbirth
thinking
how to . . .
and then . . .
but how . . .
and then hunger
takes its
back seat
under a
tightened belt
(from effing
topman)
its like
wearing
ducks feet
in a
rush hour
high street
with a
microscope
looking thru
a telescope
in
your
unbearably light
ptsd mind
image from youtube
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