Same old shit, different day
I’m familiar with this black dog that
Scratches at the door to be let in
Before it jumps on my back for a free ride into
My thoughts.
It’s there now, do you hear it?
I’m the one waiting with dark circles
And smeared mascara on the mattress
Like a queen of dark things
And I will not be afraid.
The door opens; I hear the claws clack as
It comes down the hall and I didn’t bother locking
The door this time
But when I see it, it’s not so big anymore
Its voice is quieter as it asks me if I’m sure
That it’s safe and that I haven’t made a mistake
Can I trust? Can I succeed?
Or do I really think I can handle it?
I say, I weave worlds with words
And I stain my hands with paint
And I said enough and changed my body
And you know what? I’ve survived before and
I’ll survive again no matter what
I’m the motherfucking Phoenix, bitch
You’re only here because you’re a bully
Sensing my good days and I have nothing to say
To you, anymore
– Sara Myriad
