Crisis of Compassion

Feeling caged again, allow me this reblog to help me remember who I really am.

Wild Heart Scribe

I cried 2 tears too many for you today
They make no sense
and feel uncomfortable
much like too small boy shorts slipping down
inside a pair of skinny, skinny jeans

I felt pangs of pity for you today
They make no sense
and feel uncomfortable
much like a million ants
foraging beneath my skin
while a thousand horse flies
lick thick caramel from my lips

I felt a bizarre spasm of compassion for you today
and it feels wrong to me…
makes me clench my teeth in disgust
clench my chest in distress
clench my own damn throat in disbelief

Though I would jump through
blazing hoops of fire with
accelerant in my hair
while pushing a green M&M
up a lush California cliff
with my undressed eyelashes
to earn just 21 minutes in
a 12×12 steel cage with
a strapped and buckled you and
a broken metal-studded 2×4…

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