I live my life in a state of perpetual
often times, brutal
It adorns me like a shadow,
and I have always had to spoon
feed the sugar on my tongue.
I have always used it as a foundation.
I’ve stripped the walls down,
again and again.
I chip at the paint and try to
expose the drywall.
Open every attic door and dust off
the webbing strung about the bones.
I will keep doing so until I figure
Not everyone is as receptive to it,
the truth is not an easy medication to
So with the help of few odd masques,
and a few clever plot twists,
I’ve helped them swallow it down.
they’ve all helped me,