Fuck my brain and all things in it
I’ve never felt so vapid, insipid.
Every muscle is roughened and taught
Creaking like ropes against a cliff face
Meter upon meter great weights are held upon it
Burring and fraying each fibre unfurling
As the anchors are pulling
“Someone please thrash it!”
Hack at it!
Cut it!
Seperate me from it
So I can float like a feather
On the wind and the weather.
Little Wren 