Monday Mornings

written by Katherine Maynard

 

I am cowering in this bathrobe

And my hands are dangling by my heart strings

I tugged too hard at the anchors that tie me to life

And they snapped

 

Existential crisis isn’t meant to feel like this.

 

Your hands are just as good

As my tattered bathrobe tie

I am just as comfortable inside their constraints

As they crush away my life

 

I didn’t mean to hurt anyone but me.

 

My nails are bleeding from biting

Uncontrollably at hands that cause so much pain

I have attempted amputation

Again, failure > I am no surgeon

 

All this chaos, and I never left my desk chair.

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