Back aches + beige curtains
Who are you when you’re hurting?

I feel lost
like my brain departed
Is it possible to love
When you remain heartless?

Flustered
I f in d
I am all my fears
How divine?

I’m not what I was
not who I want to be
not what I told you I’d be
I know it’s false advertising
(but I don’t even know me)

Somewhere in the woods, I swear!
Is my face, frozen——————in a perfect stare

God damned my medusa mind—whatever is
there left
Still, my back aches to find?
The body of a hollow-hearted soul
Who am I when I’m not hurting?