my upcoming collection, CONTROL, is quite possibly my darkest yet. most of the pieces were written during my stay in the psychiatric ward at the hospital, doped up on a variety of sedatives. as the name implies, it studies my relationship (re: obsession) with control. the various ways in which i attempt, perhaps sometimes unhealthily, to regain the driver’s seat in my life. oftentimes with mental illness, it’s easy to feel like you aren’t even a passenger in the car, but kidnapped and locked in the trunk. this collection is, in a way, me pleading with the kidnapper. it is every attempt and every bargain. it is not for the faint of heart.
METHODS OF COPING I
we’ve buried this body before.
we’ll bury it again if we have to,
ignore the smell of rotting flesh
and the flies that won’t leave.
we’ve buried this body, several bodies,
and we’ll do it again
if we have to.