Scalding Water

Georgia Park/Private Bad Thoughts

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

dancing around the jagged glass on the bottom of my shower

i would like you more if all i had was scalding water

I broke that candle days ago, I don’t know why I leave it

i can’t tell if im bleeding from the cuts or if that’s just my period

and I don’t see my therapist bi-weekly but i don’t know what to call it

it’s more of a bi-daily thing, i have nothing left to talk about

She says it’s just to make sure we cover all the bases

She says have you ever tried just breathing, like this

I say doctor, I could cut my foot again,

she says,  don’t you get it?

you could literally do anything.

I say doctor, It was my mother,

she looks at me and says, No, it wasn’t.

I say doctor, I’m going crazy, it’s a trigger

and she says yeah…

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

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