Heavyloaded with overfull emotions

A skin sponge in dire need of wringing

I don’t know what to do with all this excess.

Strange sadness fills me

and there are no mind mops or

betrayal buckets handy.

My heart’s basement is

haunted, cluttered & overcrowded

But I still can’t bring myself

to take out the trash.

So I come here,

to this white space in need of filling,

and coax out edges and curves that

curse as they try to capture ephemera.

Over and over, until what’s inside me spills out

and molds the most bitter glorious unbroken words

that save me from drowning.

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