The Book of Healing

Art

Put graphite to paper

Step one; push. Step two; scream.

I'm going to draw a picture of spite;

Of anger, of hatred, of self-destruction at its finest

Black crumbles, smokey residue left on my mind

Step three; exhale. Step four; collapse.

Lines are pretty but unfocused

I don't know how I'm going to fix this 

Paint a picture, draw a line

Poems aren't good unless you rhyme

But daddy I don't want to rhyme!

I just want to play with words and see what feels good

SLAP

What feels right

KICK

What feels sublime

BLEED

I'm sorry but what rhymes with rhyme?

Step five; disinfect. Step six; I'm a wreck.

Put graphite to paper but ink looks better

Let it drop and drip and tip and talk

About the things

I can't stand

About myself

So I'll sit on my ass

Because I'm trying to leave everything behind me

Step seven; be okay

But how can I when serotonin's delayed?

Put graphite to paper but watercolor tears are so much better