Another Day

I feel sick as I gag on yesterday’s
bullshit.
Oversized and bloated words once fit nicely inside my womb before they expanded and forced me to birth,
sorrow.
I can’t look at another gem who claims
diamond
but really is certified
glass.

Just
Like
The
Rest.

I don’t know if I will ever find the stone
that stays a stone
and weights me down
in all the best ways.
I don’t know when I will find the wind
that holds my breath
like a lovers gaze.
But I do know
that I am done birthing pain
and my body’s remains
are just mine
and mine alone
to claim.

Bullshit gone,
and I’m forced to chalk it up as
just
another
day.