Takotsubo cardiomyopathy

Deeply fucked up,
As in
Wordless for the pain you feel.
Huffing and raking,
Black up your arteries,
The myocardium shedding,
Choking on your toxic tears.

God, what a mess.

Still, it's surreal
Through all the distress
That you're holding on,
Scared of death, but
Life: fucking terrifying -
Where's the sense in this?

I don't know either.

I saw a butterfly once:
It would land on my wrist,
Sever a note, and be dust.
A flickering spell to ascend,
Knowing I it left behind,
Turning a grateful shoulder -

It wouldn't linger long.

Applying a Genre to Life

I think I'd describe my blog best as "Paranoid Non-Fiction".

A Word from X

If life is pain, I am immortal.