People don’t want to heal anymore
They want to pick at scabs
They want festering wounds
And poisoned apples
And justice
For crimes that may not even be real
Sides
Good vs evil
Light vs darkness
Do you even know what side you’re on?
Unloaded gun
Don’t look at the gun
Look at me
Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re done
Don’t look at the gun
It isn’t loaded
And I knew with certainty then
I’d rather die than spend another moment
With you.
Cup of coffee
The world is insane
And yet I can still sit here
Curled up on my couch
With my kid and my dog
And enjoy a cup of coffee.
Lazy Sunday afternoon
Lazy Sunday afternoon
Lost in the sound of the dog snoring
The tv downstairs gently lying
The sun is still shining
And I wonder how they will try to kill us next.
Wicked ways
Darkness creeps
Like a thief in the night
Tells you he is good
He is light
All these lies
Are going to break my mind
It’s all a trick
Your wicked ways
Are making me sick
Who are we serving for dinner tonight?
What is real is fake
Don’t turn, don’t look away
Don’t break
Look at all the innocent blood we’ve found
God, let me survive
To see you burn it all down.
Beyond this world
I dream of things beyond this world
After the fire
After all the death
All the things that must happen
Do not despair
If you don’t belong
If it seems the whole world hates you
For this world is evil.
Subway sandwich
She was different around him
Maybe she was afraid too
Maybe just afraid of losing her paycheck
I don’t know
But I don’t think she was fooled
Just not brave
He screamed he wasn’t angry
He shook and screamed
Oh no, he wasn’t angry
I was the crazy one
I talked to her alone
And his text demanded a subway sandwich
“Don’t you dare buy him a sandwich”
He wasn’t around and she was suddenly brave.
“Don’t you dare.”
I texted back.
“What do you want on your sandwich?”
Dead flowers
No more
Dead flowers
Or blood clots
Or heart attacks
Or car crashes
Or nights without my mind
I think they were holding hands
When the wind twisted and took both of them away
The headlines said it sure was a shame
Everything we touched
Turned to dust
Well why don’t you just stop touching then?
It’s easy
That advice came straight from death himself
And we giggled and wondered if we were next.
Question
My biggest challenge in life is co-parenting with a narcissist. What is yours?
