diary of a 20 something

I have a red sharpie next to my calendar 

Every day I mark a big red X

“Today’s the day” like in the movies 

Another big red X 

Counting down to nothing 

To something unbeknownst to me

X marks the spot for everyday that I make it to the next

There’s no circle waiting on the end of the month 

No big day

Where I’ll turn into a werewolf and eat my prey

But I’ll count down anyways 

X, X, X

Nothing ever changes

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clouds

if I lived in the clouds it’d look something like this 

sleep on a pillowy throne eating nothing but mist 

i’d jump, i’d bounce, sky is the limit 

the clouds would be everything with me in it

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Seeing faces in my pancakes

Golden brown edges and etches 

Like an ancient hieroglyphic of breakfast 

Like spider with a crazy hair that sticks up in mad tufts

The other just looks like a pancake

Let’s eat 

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I’m biting my nails 

I’m biting my lip 

I’m picking my thumb 

I’m picking my zits 

But I’m getting it done 

Everything that you need 

You smile and say you couldn’t do it without me 

But what’s left of me when I’m picked to the bone 

I have nothing left so just leave me alone