day one hundred thirty: nails on a chalkboard.

fingernails on chalkboards

raw in circles they go

breaking the silence

breaking the flow

of sanity and the sane and the perfection

and the fingernails they are dirty

beneath them is mud and sand

and they separate the nail from the flesh

and tear the insides apart

much like an arrow through the soul

would separate the marrow

lets just fake the smiles

and pretend our nails are no longer dirty

and scrape our beautiful chalkboard

until the demons cry their last.

day thirty-nine: my back hurts

my back hurts

from this week

it's been a heavy week.

and my back hurts

from being a woman

oh, what a curse at times.

my back hurts

from laughing so hard

at all the silly things you do.

my back hurts

because love is heavy

and i love you.