7 how can everything be going my way

 7

how can everything be going my way
yet melancholy fingers creep under my door
through cracks in windows
grasping at toes
spidering up legs
if i were to stare into those cold eyes for more than a moment
my marrow might melt into ice
the only walls tall enough to keep me safe or even momentarily bipolar
are dark red wine or sex or sleep
probably in that order
do you ever feel that way?

 

 

 

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