By: Jolie V. Gutierrez
Sober during my depression, but I need another pill to sleep.
One more dream, where I see my lover and I feel their heartbeat.
Monday morning coffee, where I can hug my coworker without apologizing for touching them.
Everlasting life, its spring break, who cares, right?
Obliviate my new year of existence, blow out my candles for me, so I can mourn the dead.
New rules, new policies, new laws, new ways to adapt.
Every new day is a new feeling. Let’s be optimistic today and let’s cry tomorrow.
sexual tension as I stare at myself in the mirror.
accidents happen all the time.
isolation, but not the one I enjoy, not the one I chose.
distancing myself from others while I distance who I am from myself.
Conditioned to withdraw from happiness, I’m a pawn in this game.
Held captive in my only form, obeying orders.
Every move I get closer, and closer.
Checkmate.
Karma? Did we not take care of one another enough?
My knuckles are red and raw. 65 percent alcohol and 35 percent gone,
And I have my hands pressed on my windows, the ones I want to break.
Take a leave of absence.
Everybody, take a leave and come back when the world is better.
