Cassidy – a mind butchered
Go with the flow.
Instigate the wrong blow.
Cassidy never knows that what she reaps is what she will sew
Calamity caught stitching — a bleeding heart— on the floor in the kitchen
Screams and howls.
Blowing off steam.
If only this was some form of dream.
Think not .
Think nothing — don’t go over each scale unless you are retuning for the next —strumming.
Take a hammer to dead cartilage
What’s the point in discriminating?
We all dine in silence secretly trading under the table of Carthage.
Dead mothers — don’t miss them when they disappear.
Lucky girl-she is the true foe.
Deny a credible witness but accept one day of fake snow at Christmas.
If there is a will there is way-understand the burden is useless-all that we inhale.
Heads talk of the grand hubris of being impaled.
Brain dead wrote this amongst a pesticide raid.
Shades of locust. Supposed to be more focused.
Blanks fill this page. The dud is conscripted to engage.
Breath wanton to exhale.
*Just something I knocked up when I was in a bad head space a couple of months ago
Posted on Jul 26, 2017, in POETRY, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Creative Writing, Feminist, Stream of consciousness, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION, stream of consciousness writing. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.