Chest Cold

Making plans around your mistakes is not how I envisioned living my life. Nothing being how I thought it would be. I am stuck feeling drab. I don't want to be forced to stand up for my beliefs. It's not how my picture perfects or how my bees knees.

I feel swamped in the tears that my fears bath in-- washing clean of everything but salt. It doesn't go away, and it won't. So trying to bath only causes a saddle sore and red salt deposits under my left eye.


Hurting from the rejection I feel- forced to choose-chosen over-I will not back down.

If you hunt me I will hide in the shell that I've created out of mucus and protein. It's taken years to build and is ready as a home because home isn't where ther heart is.