i act like a beaten dog;
on edge & threatening
wary yet seeking
sniffing at dead ends of dense fog
eyes are deceiving & there's nothing to see,
lackluster faith renders the world greyscale
i carry a distrust so thick it's emanating
--
i'm salivating
--
at the slightest show of softness
secretly hopeful
drawing conclusions in emptiness
i deserve so much more but desire less
misguided intrigue spurred on
by a sick facination with self-inflicted torture
i set up useless boundaries
morose attempts to block out compulsion
try to keep my obessions fenced in
only to break their chains with no remorse
in the wake of pervasive curiosity
didn't i always say rules were made to be broken anyway?
--
elusive self-control, so fleeting
gone again like incessant waves
crashing on the shore of a bleak psyche
logically i know hormones persuade
estrogen floods carve out a sunken valley
& once again i'm fleeing the surge
singsonging my own dirge
teetering at cliff's edge
About the Creator
carissa falcone
call me beloved.
I am a creator, artist, poet;
a bridge between worlds
a polished gleam of silver
a swiftly churning river
a bird of prey mid-flight
yin emerging from yang,
a shadow-dark moon &
a blazing bright sun.
I write to set my heart free.
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