Let Loosed

As a matter of Fact

It's not the matter

That smatter I'm

Scraping up off

Lavatory floors

of the big Box

Stall Store's.

It's not I,

my mind?

I'm losing,

and in

Losing It

am looking

forth

--loose-n-e-d--

Shit walked off

on Its own

Accord!

And I know

The Address.

I've tried before

NO TRESPASSING

flapped across

the door!?

Oh let me in

mental

next of Sin,

Don't disinherit

Me from my Will

I'm scraping by!

crud that ain't mine

off from my shins.

I'm deleting

the Beginning

'Cause,

I won't feel it.

The slamming

of the revolving

Doormat,

ain't taken

anymore:

Let's pretend

The End

is a sanitary

Apron tied,

as I'm wheeled

Down the aisle,

dressed like

wedding cake

& crackin' a

plaster smile.

01.29.23

Mental Breakdown Challenge @Melpomene