Terry P Rota

you left me with trauma and thick black lungs.

brain damage rots my head,

i lounge around all day in bed.

i don’t need help, gonna get

high

instead

you check in every once in awhile to see if i’m still here,

a ghost i am,

my fave is in reply to our friendly boys in blue upon illegally entering my apartment and asking you “ who is he to you”

-smoking is cool

-being a narcissistic bitch is acceptable

-trusting nobody is healthy

-starving yourself will make you beautiful

- that having mental health condition is a perk

- that self harm should be romanticized

- that abusive and codependent relationships are cute

Soleil Errico in Malibu

She was here till I bellowed...

The someone else is not to be known...

Seeds previously sown...

For her diary was not read...

like the song written by bread ...

and we’ll never know...

those words we’ve come to know...

whispered in our marital bed...

day dreaming instead...

Of the days before the kiss...