World

The whole damn world is too damn dull

sometimes

Then too much everything: ugliness, betrayal, lies, jealous rumors, abandonment—

revolving, circulating like some tedious argument you’ve been having with yourself for decades

until you want to shove the whole damn thing in a corner, make it stand with its nose in the corner until it stops being such an abrasive, abusive prick.

Then you have this asshole pouting in the corner, sucking every bit of oxygen out of the room, the house, the world.

There it is again, that whole world of pain,

demanding your sympathy

while it sucks you dry, twisting your arm behind your back

uncomfortably,

demanding that you shut the fuck up about your broken bones and internal bleeding.

There’s a princess with a skinned knee—

drag your stinking carcass to her

and offer first aid.