today seems better
not brighter
or lighter
but more alive
in the way
the doors in my chest
swing shut
in the cold
my fire
beginning to bellow
from my stomach
where blood
becomes body
i am just a wound
quietly hoping
one day
to heal

i cried myself to sleep
so full of sadness
my madness feels
like an empty hall
where the lights
have been out
for years
anxiety
red hot track
through my stomach
words
incendiary
popping until
i deflate
i’m exhausted
but not in a way
sleep can fix
so just hold me
it’s easy
don’t let go.

past X poet - new kid here.