The Estate Sale
I sift through my collection of curios
They all mattered, once
But we’ve decided it’s time
First we need to prepare the piano
It’s more percussion than strings
They all have been removed
It still looks pretty at least
Then the dusty shelf of plans and blueprints
I wonder which one the buyers love most
I hope there’s at least one
One wedding, one funeral, two loves
They fade a little more every day
I can’t help holding them tight to my chest
But I can’t take them with me
I try to barter my madness for medication
I start with three pieces of pink
And two pieces of white
We land on two and one
For some reason he leaves
Me with some of the madness
At least I’ll have some company
As they shuffle away with the last of it
The house is empty, mostly
After my personality lobotomy - what am i?
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This is really well done and I like that the meaning can definitely be up for interpretation
Been feeling some type of way about having to take my meds lately (still begrudgingly doing so lol, no worries), so I decided to write about it in Side Effects and this. Where I feel what is lost but know what I am gaining 💜
