I’m hiding a crumbling interior under my skin. I smoke too much and lodge angry words deep in my bones. At night, I fly above the cityscape and damn everyone it in. When I float back to the ground when I’ve had my fill. It’s unsatisfying. It’s a sickly narrative and I rehearse my healing in twisted ways. You see a performance and I see a circus. Lingering words that everyone says to try show mercy, they don’t mean a thing. Unfolding in such anger that I forgot what it felt like to smile and really fucking mean it. Knee deep in disappointment and when it’s time to say goodbye I simply wave. Tuck away the pain- it was never art- it just fucking hurt. -AMT ©️