i swallowed a lighthouse,
once
decorated my body
with glitter and ink
to signal out
my reflection
let out
a shriek
into the chasm
of spells and rituals
when i spoke
gold fell from my lips
offered a prayer
to the tide,
moon rising
wings of fire
banishing the shadows
from the dark recesses of
this room
find me
somewhere between
the paradox
and the lie
when you read my poetry
know that you are
stepping into a mind
that steps outside of me
how do i explain
the mystery
of a bipolar mind
to a kingdom
that doesn’t understand
that not all poems
rhyme
this is not
a love story
i would leave me
if i could
dancing on the edge
of a cliff
20 milligrams
disintegrate between
my fingers
every night
i learned
when smoke rises
it burns
like a sage’s
sage
medicated
on a high odyssey
to sanity
i am the healed
not the sick
a little unhinged
but here.
lh
feb 2022
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