Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, or don’t. Either way, survival mode does not ask for permission, it demands presence.
And you submit and obey.
Tag: destruction
Gluttonous Extractor
I was waiting on you
But you never came through
And I was not surprised
Because I knew
You never really cared
About meeting my needs
At all
Grab Bag of Trinkets
Oooof.
It isn’t right to beat a dead horse..
Yet, sometimes you just can’t resist.
Method of Extraction
The narrator may be unstable, however, the arc that this poem follows is actually very coherent. This is no villain monologue. There’s no justification and no blame shifting.
Just a field note from an individual with turbulence dependence
Reverse Autopoiesis
The regulator that refuses sentimentality.
It is post-illusion post-fixation, and post-drama. Here, disillusionment is in the foreground rather than structure.
All will be kept in perpetual recalibration as this cosmic force stabilizes.
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 