down the tubes

i try every day to get a little better
walking down the tube
into a life i am not fond of
rainy winters hurt my soul
dreaming of falling and lost parents
partners are not in the story
i am better alone
until i find a break
or break myself
into the dark slivers of snakes
crawling around in my head
until they are spit out
one by one
killed with heavy boots
knives
poems
i came here out
of
fear
loss
someone who loved me
in some difficult ways
so
i am here
slipping into sad

3-24-24

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