replicated from ages ago on the comm

[fireunderbliss]

I read this at stand up poetry.  Along with four other poems.  I'm having trouble recalling which ones.  I was rather proud of myself.  I dropped the 'prey' from the title, though, because I didn't want anyone thinking I'd written a poem titled 'pray'.  For rather obvious reasons.


Prey (dark dark pit of darkness)

It turns me fragile

and slow

and absent

(minor depression, they murmur

triggered by stress, they decide,

prolonged elevation

of the cortisol levels, they hypothesise)

and saps my quirky-cool

‘til I’m all colours of grey,

2D, and hushed.


I'm for sleep now, darlings.  Love.