indecisive
kinda wanna die
kinda wanna live
mostly just
want to disappear.
can i just
deconstruct myself
atom by atom
in my sleep?
or maybe
if i stay in bed long enough
i’ll just melt
into my box spring.
nature
i hurt,
like honey bees
and poison
ivy.
dehydrated
and stretched
thin, like
canvas.
my mouth,
barren
like the
hills behind me.
i am
trapped,
dried out,
and soon to be
leather,
burnt,
but breathing.
as usual,
i
did
this.
Sierra Rittue is a writer originally from the Bay Area, currently living in Madison, WI. Her work has been published in Rabid Oak and Furtive Dalliance. You can find her at batheandhunt.com and on Twitter @unsavorywench.