how deep can I go? I ask myself, wondering if there’s a bottom to my mind.

Maybe my brain is like the ocean

and the further I dive in,

the more fascinating creatures I get to see

until I get so far down in the sea floor

death becomes palpable

I can eat it for breakfast even

like a zombie worm I feed on

the carcasses of the old versions of me

in order to stay alive

in the dark.


yes, my mind is like the deep sea-

an extreme environment

where only the strong



I left because your silence was turning me deaf

my ears bleeding from your indifference

I ran out the door without my shoes just like Cinderella

because my pride decided you weren’t worthy of seeing me cry

then walked barefoot on the street without a prince to love


how is it possible?

for there to be so many frogs?