Fuck resolutions,

here is the truth;

This past year was no shittier than the one before,
this next year will be no better.

This year is not your year.

Today is not your day.

This year, this month, this lunar cycle
this day
is in no way different from the last
or the next

No great change has occurred
because our species decided long ago to measure time.

This year means nothing...

time is irrelevant;
don't wait for the hour to pass,
or the sun to set,
or the ball to drop.

If you want something new,
if you need change

now is the only time that matters.

Bruises

Like perfect recordings
of
touch

allowing me to replay
every
sensation

shadows of pain;
pleasure
in disguise

running my fingers
over
damaged skin

I play it again.

silence

biting my tongue so hard
I could use the blood as ink
for my hovering pen
that can't touch the page
for fear of the honesty,
the truth it may spell,
like the blood that spills
from my mouth
for the sake of silence