【Thought】

I see them lurking,
Those thoughts, those words.
While other parts of me are focusing
in regards to keeping it all at ease—
the rest sits, quickly reworking the
processes that once kept me bound together.

A blade of mental construct placed gently
to the breast of dysphoria nearly pushes me over
the edge.
That edge so tempting and sweet with the
insurance of soft concrete only an eternity’s
fall
below.

Hideous is that process of self-deprecation,
for in that process my mind only further
highlights the issues it desires to cover.

It feeds itself, that snake eating its tail.

Yet somehow, it manages to grow.