gross i guess

My wounds are really nasty

And that’s starting to be okay with me

It is green

Full of puss

Maybe that’s what my skin was trying to tell me

Tracks

Like a train straight to the station

And I’m not sure how else the universe could

Have told me

I was more hurt and diseased

In the head than most around me

I was feeling

Too much at all times

And it hurt me

I wonder if I’ll ever feel

Less sensitive

Less triggered

Less wounded

Because I feel like I’m starting to be

Like everything and everyone

[what a relief, not to feel seen.]

Around me

Is starting to see me

And how actually

I am broken and bruised

And I am just like you

And I am what I am

Because of

It all

And

I don’t want to go down that rabbit hole

Because I don’t want to feel crazy

I just seem to feel

Better and

That’s more and more and more and

More and more inane to me.

In a marvelous way.