I’m captivated endlessly by crippled minds
dreams of drinking antiseptic like cheap wine in a decrepit home
lowlife lullabies sung only by insomniacs
the sound a crushed windpipe makes as it strains to draw air
Prompt: What Makes You Different
Written for OctPoWriMo 2020. 31 poems, 31 days.
Well, okay so it doesn’t exactly make me different, but there is something about the way that I am “off” that is often attributed to being “off” in ways that I am not. My normal is my normal, which I have learned seems “off” to others. So I decided to go down that route. Gotta say, far as “fuck you”s to the people I’ve met goes, I think it’s tame.
I pulled lines mostly from discarded drafts of previous OctPoWriMos for this one; figured I could find enough things that I was captivated by in the process of writing for OctPoWriMo that I could at least ensure some kind of continuity.