Power Strip

 

trapping gifts

 

sucking them up, drowning them down

keeping movement below the surface

making us hate the way we sound

on a recording

 

under a desk

happiness

 

killing depression in self defense

 

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Nausea 

 

Every emotion locked in my chest

They come to the surface

 

Dead fish in a filthy pond

The stench enough to make me sick

 

Algae in my hair, a bow, an accessory

An unnecessary routine to fall into

 

When I hit the water

There is no sound, no splash

Just watch the fish crack through the greenish custard

And let it all out

 

I threw up a lot 4 yrs ago by letting go of the hook in my ribs

Letting the neurosis win