Sprout: Catatonic Home

I spend militant amounts of time
gnashing my inner-chimp to
Justify
Entrails sit in languid writing
Stuffed mindly, biding
Exceeding my own alchemy

Plaque upon the joints
Disjointed by
A lack of puppeteer
Spindle binded tightly
Nightly walking
waking with Head
inside the sink

Pore pretty girl
Hyena’s
Solo-raised girl
Woman by seven
Spread throughout the room

More caffeine, we needs it
Some 60s drama and stuff
Gag me with a spoon
I kiss my boys, my girls
conceal in melodrama

Egregious pleather,
mask and weather
Catastrophic meteor prophesied
in my dream
Carrying legless tiding
stand idly, sugars counting lifespan

Eighteen, big bone breaking
Sleek and stealthy, fracturing
split Mind, unhealthy
Overtake the brain, the body

From nineteen onward,
Exhume my rot and
split
my personality
in two
Host is sleeping,
speaking, ghostly double
panicked, pill-induced

Home of needles
Home of nicotine
Home of residual trauma
and smoke

Home of stagnance
Restitution does not
exist
in this throat

Home of mind-numb
Home of dissonance
Home of dissociation
and gnats

Home of ants
Home of
sleep
Absence of my Max

Catatonic home,
I