A viperous cape,
This stale room
With its chalky air
Divests resolve
In the dark,
Cautiously violent
I wait for furious shades
To absolve
*
Carmine is
The consequence
Of silence
A pacifist, I refuse
To partake in any war
For which I
Do not occupy
Both sides
Independently
*
(I don’t self-harm so I was a little surprised that I wrote this. I think it might have to do with my stress level which is very high at the moment. My therapist decided today that she would like to transfer me to a psychiatrist in the hospital. I won’t be hospitalized or anything it is just that they have more resources and can handle patients with greater needs. She thinks my childhood was too traumatic (honestly she seemed scared when I told her not of me but my past really seemed to shock her)? She can’t make diagnoses either should I have something diagnosable. She is very nice and although I understand intellectually it still unnerves me. I mean really unnerves me. I like her and I still find it very challenging and stressful to hit my appointments. A new person eeeekkkkk)
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