mental health – Aremyfeetofftheground

Clippered

With slow regard
I watch the lengthening of fingernails.
~Grow out. Grow out~
~Take with you the sour pain,
this aura’s pollution~
Clipper you to the quick,
I will,
in foolish absolution.

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His highness

These small mercies
ought to leaven the days,
I know.
But the dustbin of me,
now,
runs on fumes
and sees its own dryness.
Double-dares the Devil
in all of his highness.

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