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Haiku: Restriction

Bound by restriction

strapped to spiralling control

too fast for escape

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I Fell From the Ground and Landed in the Sky

My minds a forgotten doll

whose seams are ready to burst

as pills pop out of cottons cracks

prolonging the pounding

my heart sleeps in a dense grave

barely ringing chimes

disintegrating with every pump

wondering how many more times

my shell’s a crumbling coffin

no room to win in restriction

dust coats vision and bones are bitten

tongue can’t click conviction

my unspoken thoughts play

in opaque black silence

too tired to collect them

too hollow to try.

Too weak to push the lid

blow memories through the gap

and cry infront of strangers

maybe give directions

to find loose pins

doubting they could find a way

to stitch up the cracks in my dolls coffin.

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The Demons are After me Again

The demons are after me again. I’ve bolted the door, this time it’s steel. I learned later rather than sooner, but that couldn’t be helped.

Demons are tricky. They take away your rationality and cover the clever bits in your brain. They make you believe that you can’t function without them. That you are dependant on their presence as, without them, no one else would care. Your brain would only contain your thoughts. A negative voice is better than no voice at all. A party is better than being alone. Something is better than nothing, right?

The walls wobble, the floor shakes.

I can cope.




My eyes blur but I’m not afraid. I stand with my back against the door, my room rumbling, crumbling.

“I can cope.” I whisper, as the door explodes against my back, wooden splinters clawing at my skin.

As if I could ever build a steel door.