Long time.

Psychics

Opinionated mind readers,
giving advice when none wanted,
nor needed.  Slithering their tongue,
speech wet with red ink, crossing out
words and numbers in my little diagram.

Filled with ideas and suggestions,
everyone here is trying to make their point.
Crowded in a sea of constant talking….
They’re mothers, fathers, lovers, doctors,
friendly drunks, strangers, people at the office,
therapists, authors…  explaining how I should feel,

and yet no one listens,
“How do I feel?”
because they already know.

Suffocation

Let me bleed out of this fluid cage,
pull my skin back, free my flesh.
Show me true freedom by letting me bleed,
Keep me bleeding, escape is bleeding.
Escape from the fluid cage,
suffocated by flesh.

My soul is bleeding Flying.