Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: 23 years old by Dana

By Dana
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I told him living 23 it's like standing in front of a crowd of 50 something
....strangers, watching you, waiting for you to say something they relate to
........like: Where were you when I needed you? Why weren't you there to see
...........me hold Bob Barker's hand? Nelson Gonzalez come on down!
and on the radio she sang "I need you baby, if it's quite alright, I need you
baby,
....all the lonely nights,"
........All the motherfucking lonely nights.
I want more than your scavenger hunt, two-time, rock star, ice cream,
....your fallen yellow leaf, gutter ball, living end. Your frog in a red
swamp behind
........desolate trees where you seal the roof trying to keep the angels out.
Our language two-thirds crazed truth, carving words to be contained in
....a jar of speech
Living 23 is like trying to think of a metaphor
....and coming up with a head full of acid
Like being in love with your first kiss, first fuck, first drug,
....last breath, in love with your grandpa, your landlord ,
........your fucking mailman, EVERYONE except yourself
life, or what looks like it, time, splinters of the mind
....have fallen into the sear,
....................the yellow leaf

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