I am not the bright and shiny type.
then I look at my friends.
and realize like calls to like.
“You should eat something.”
mothers say these things.
“Even if it’s only peanut butter and jelly.”
these used to be my favorite.
all tastes like ashes now.
one of the many symptoms.
stab at them though.
the root evades me.
don’t work as they should.
focus a ghost who spawned nightmares.
mostly faded, he was five years old.