Some days it just piles up
Like icing sugar-coated sidewalks
Solid footsteps slipping on candied glass
Chewed up gum on the bottom of my soles
Nothing can grip the gravel
Misty mouthwash fog clouds the air
Covering up my glasses
Rolling around in bleached blankets
Stamp my body in the snow
Make me feel 2 foot four
Too short to reach the kitchen sink
Melting crystals on my tongue
And building snow statues
Until all the white turns to water
poetry
canadian
snow
I want to tell you what my mind thinks
How my head twists and turns
Getting gnawed on like a crazy straw
Blowing air through a tube
Making bubbles inside my head
You manage to pop them
Like bubble gum
Except they stick to the corners of my skull
Filling up the lumps in my throat
I want to tell you why
Why do I whine like a gust of wind
Spreading a lit candle to a forest
Why my bones are dried-up twigs
Tucked into the foot of my bed
Why my eyelids are like crusty rose petals
Lids break each time they open
And my lips…
Like earthworms
Trying to squirm away from it all
Mental-health
depression
poetry
Tidal waves of knitted quilts and comforter sets
Can’t wash the sleep from my eyes
Lungs steeped in chamomile tea
Bare body piled under pastel-coloured pillows
In some attempt to suffocate
The cockroaches in my head
My limbs squirm like anxious snakes
As if they think they don’t belong to me
Teeth clenched like a vice grip
Shoulders held down with duct tape
Coat my body with rubber cement
Weld my creaking joints with steel
Wrap me up in bubble wrap
And stamp each eyelid shut
mental-health
depression