This is corporate jewelry.
The wealthy elderly woman weeping...

There is a screaming ache
bursting in my chest...

You pleaded for my vulnerability
to see my pain...

I still feel like a child.
Maybe the universe isn’t so cruel...

How embarrassing.
Look, your most...

Think, chew, next.
Sauce, chocolate, cheese...

I'm a balloon,
taped to an oxygen tank...

Cancer is so f——ng dumb. It’s like okay...
Dope...

I find a dying feathered friend
lying in a dirty puddle of melted snow...

I want to face things head on.
I go to EMDR therapy to...

The mental blackout curtains,
the heavy, wet fabric laid on my cerebellum...

I’m not sure if it was my tax-free street...
bodily-harm PTSD trauma type of shxt...