Waiting for the saddest moment
The worst of the worst
So all of this I hold inside
Can tumble out of the breach in my chest
Paint the walls and holler at the moon
Squeeze out like all soft creatures of the rain
With ooze and thud
And nothing to mistake for delicate
To wail at walls and clasp my hands
Around my skull
as if to keep it from shattering
For tears to flow like candy drops on a conveyor belt
Constant; coming
No matter now many you stuff in your shirt
To blather and drool
Third eye throb
Brow like blocked highway lanes
Limbs like a mountain climber's rope
All sorts of variations on tension and slack
To live all of this
Without a soul saying "What's wrong?"
Because they'll think,
They know.
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