I eat and eat and eat
Easily forcing
It down
My throat
Blindly
Tasting the
Sweetness
Of despair
Chunks of salty
Melancholy
And creamy
Hatred
I lick my cracked lips
With my deadened tongue
And savour the
Fury
The instrument heavy
In my hand
Chasing
The calm rhythm
Up and down
Up and down
The bowl overflows
With loneliness
Building the bits
Inch by inch
Day by day
Satiates me
A perfect
Collaboration
Assembled so well
It can’t be broken
Fragments of sorrow
Fused together
That need
To be freed
My own human shield
Keeping the joy out
And the suffering
Within
It’s time
To experience the
Proper pain of
Constructing my new self
Outside
This wall
For I am not
What I have become
About the Creator
Andrea Jardine
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Currently in Toronto, Canada developing my writing skills and growing an audience. Any tip or pledge given to help me pursue this endeavour is greatly appreciated. Thank you!
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