Juliette Commagere
eats from the inside
There is a weight in me,
a cinder block that is slowly sinking
I lift, pull and strain
to get around
and when Iâm all alone
I draw the shades
kick the clock to the floor
and dream myself away
from the top
from my window
it eats from the inside
iâve built it up to let it go
itâs hard to forget what I know
eatâs away at my insides
my hands
feel like knots and stones
My toungeâs tied sweetly in a bow
Itâs hot in here today
but in little while
maybe iâll peel back the sheets
grab my bag
put together a few things
and like a memory
drift away
from the top
from my window
it eats from the inside
iâve built it up
to let it go
itâs hard to forget what i know
eats away at my insides