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.
Copyright © Carissa Marie | Year Posted 2018
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