Being not in my right mind

Laughter choruses from my lips and my strong teeth flash,

My arms feel sinuous and my skin like a copper conduit for happiness.

Why can’t I feel like this all the time?


The frustration of an out of shape kickboxer

My body is betraying me,

I want to be strong and meet my challenges with broad shoulders and muscled legs,

but everything is standing in my way,

a twisted wrist, a damaged eye, a shredded calf muscle, a torn shoulder blade.

For the love of my sanity let me heal so I can go and hit someone in a grimy gym

because I hope I am kind, but I need the release

I am not violent, but I’m getting there.


The Before People

Sometimes I think of the people I let in,

and it makes me want to rip my skin off,

till I’m just muscle and glistening places,

that have never been touched or seen,

by any of the Before people.