Unhinged

My neck’s grown tired of always
holding up all the darkness in my head
but I am accustomed to backstroking
against this current; the absentminded
muscles I’ve developed tell me so.

Once I was a baby,
once I didn’t know the ache of unhappiness
but only the forgettable way my small mouth
formed words no one understood.

When I turned into a woman
my heart went all soot and damp earth.
People made it so. The ones I chose to love in fact.
Each unhinged my ribcage and stuffed it with warm deceit.

I’m a modern day Medusa
stuck staring at unwell-adjusted me,
busy chiseling the corners of my mouth
into the slightest of smiles.

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13 responses to “Unhinged

  1. That was beautiful sad and exactly how I feel at times… well said

  2. this is so very beautiful and haunting. and oh how i relate.

  3. “but I am accustomed to backstroking
    against this current; the absentminded
    muscles I’ve developed tell me so.” This particular part speaks to me. Powerful poem!

  4. “my heart went all soot and damp earth” . . .why do I feel exactly that way some days. Love this one!!

  5. Beautifully written. And how striking 🙂

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