we are what we consume
and I have consumed so much gloom
that for sunshine there's just no room
only for darkness
in the night I feel my inner wolf
howling at the moon
staring at a filthy room
the stink of carelessness
grandma always said
shoes don't belong in the living room
ashes don't belong on the floor
trash shouldn't be in the kitchen
the spit escapes my lip
then I'm flinching
itching
mind insane
lips get loose til I carry on bitching
I was on a hook
now that you've cut the line
I've flat lined
overly fed with chocolates ...