Ariel

My tearstained stuffed bunny is my dearest companion, My confidant. I whisper my fears, My snotty, sobbed aches, Into her ears And let them disappear Into the dark of my bedroom. I’m a wreck, But what’s new? I’ve spent half the month weeping- It’s kind of funny. I mean, Up until this s***** month, I’d become convinced That I’d finally turned a new leaf. What a stupid cliche. There are no leaves to turn in my life. It’s spring and all the leaves Are still f****** dead. I’m almost finished with another journal And I don’t feel any more sane, Or composed. I’ve had four major panic attacks in as many weeks: If I didn’t know better, I’d think perhaps I was going the same way as the leaves. But of course I’ve never been that d*** lucky. The leaves are dead and rotting And I’m just alive and falling to pieces. I have more tears to spill Than friends to spill to. My closest friend is a f****** stuffed bunny And she’s the best listener I’ve ever encountered.