Love is our movement, but our movement's slow.

stuck
I'm in a rut
I wake up,
Survive the day
And go to sleep
To dream of better times
when reality
Was better than fantasy


Assignment: write a poem in someone else's voice.

I am a catch
And release fisherman.
I get what I want.
Give into my cravings.
Satisfy my tastebuds.
Then cut it off.
Catch.
My fingers reach
deep down my throat
-I almost pull them out
But just
one
more
second
And my stomach empties
Into the porcelain god
I bow down to.
Release.