All the fucks you gave

they say you are what you eat


bedridden nightmares

monsters in the closet

secrets that cling to your chest

somehow become

words that spill on dirty napkins

takes more than a sewing kit

to heal a fresh wound

mothballs hidden away

as a deterrent in your mind

because somethings are too hard

to swallow

we’ve all made mistakes

again and again

you stand up

brush the debris off

and keep going

nobody gets a prize

if they’re put on repeat







ties keep getting crossed

but they need to be severed

new days come

night steals them for its own

all the fucks you gave

won’t be forgotten

but always come back

to haunt you

new pursuits kept tucked away

in your back pocket as a reminder

why you fell in the first place

reflection tactics run wild

so they don’t know

what’s beyond the wall

but some do understand

that nothing can save

a rotting garden

(C) S. Lynette, 2023

Author: Lady on a Wire

Shannon Lynette is a poetess who resides in Albany, New York. She is the author of the titles A Place with No Name (2003), Lady on a Wire (2012), and Awkward Years (2022). Her work has also appeared in varies anthologies.

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