Creature
Crawling quickly, scampering one would say
Hands, claws gripping grabbing the ground
Adrenaline pushing and pulsing at the vein
Doubled backed beast turn around
Sly sick eyes flit and flirt
Up and down, targeting
Like a bug on the floor I await the pounce
Summer work life balance
My eyes being stuck open by my mothers new serum
I sneak into her bathroom and steal it, slathering it on my face as it promises to heal my scarred skin
Blinking is already sluggish this morning, 8 to be precise
And i’m late for my dead end job as a camp counselor and these kids are so frustrating but
I have been
Frustrated lately.
I’m not sure really where I end or begin these days, it’s all a blend of customer service talk polite scolding speaking specifically to my target audience, whomever that might be
The heat has been making me sick and the mornings start so cold I tend to shed layers like skin throughout the day, changing one for myself the others uniforms
I want slow I am forced not to choose balance, but survival
so I shrug on another layer and blink three times
Things I desire but do not want
1. A child of my own, to hold and love. To look into their eyes and see my mothers and hers. To pass on my tradition and keep my lineage intact and alive and big and long. To love.
2. A family big enough so we don’t fit in one house. I already have this, in some aspects. but my friends and family together with kids and babies and cookouts and long summer nights, stereotypical suburban style that’s messy but also still has the twinge of wildness we all carry.
3. A lover that is truly mine, and I his, in a traditional sense. To devote myself and not become lost in another.
4. Growth, completely. To truly be 22, and feel like it.
5. Silence. To speak only when necessary and not feel the desire to open my mouth or connect with others, not for sake of being alone but out of so called politeness. 6. To forget.