Death by peanut butter and chocolate

I’m falling apart, coming undone

Yet my body still feels like it weighs a ton

If I keep asking, maybe I’ll get the answers

My fingers have become 10 tiny dancers…

Moonwalking through my sharp pieces

My desperation…and depression only increases

I’m slicing, cutting myself open for clues

Wishing I could be fake-free in a bottle of booze

And not trying to plunge through my shit-filled reality

I’m trying to remember your tongue making that saliva filigree…

As I struggle to get to my bottom, behind the curtain

I need to go, of that…I am certain

I need to free my…blockage

All of a sudden…my life feels…Substandard

I can’t reach the bar, of what I once considered standard

So I double-fist my popcorn instead

Each chocolatey-peanut-buttery bit unraveling the last of my sanity’s thread

via Daily Prompt: Substandard

4 thoughts on “Death by peanut butter and chocolate

  1. Popcorn will see you through in part.
    I hope that can help and also start.
    To fill the void your psyche needs.
    To hold your hand when I hear your plea.
    Times right now we know are sore.
    But keep your faith my love I implore.
    For in the distance just there in sight.
    Is a land of happier times and light.

    I love you babygirl, keep the faith ☠☠

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