Square One

I awake to a new day

I awake with

Head reeling, chest burning

Eyelids holding up

Pupils pushing, pushing

I see her in the mirror

Pushing, pushing
Back, back, back
Then Wipe the dreams away from your eyes
Dreams you have long forgotten
Get through the washing up
Breathe with every movement
GO

Leave the house an older person
The same old music

The same old fingers
Same old bravery

Same old, same old...
But these breasts feel brand new
With the remains of life surging through
It hurt
But it hurt good.

Hear things that pierce the morning air

Sit and touch 

Red chopsticks

Necessary for consumption, for survival

Beige and stark painful yellow
And it screams into your eyes

Like the truth

(Does it set you free?)

Slowly and surely

Images and words charge and wage war
In your head

A conflagaration; glitter and dust
They are the little things
They are the best things

Like what we are made out of
Like what God did not allow

And then,

There is no 

More

More, more

The same old, same old
Feel your feet on grey carpet
(I remember the colours)
Concrete feet that tread on water
Drowning, drowning
Pushing, pushing
Fuck.

Square one, 

Square one.