The Equation

Fucked up.

We are both fucked up.

Idiosyncrasies rushing over

like schools of fish

caught in a current.

Psychoses biting down

on our heads

like piranhas,

drawing blood.

We found common ground

in our mutual self-hatred,

and from it

we built love.

Fucked up,

idiosyncratic,

psychotic

love.

Together, we became

the piranhas,

preying

on the school

of fish.

 

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2 thoughts on “The Equation

  1. I really like the imagery you’ve used in this poem. Particularly the following part:

    ‘Idiosyncrasies rushing over

    like schools of fish

    caught in a current’

    It’s such a good description for what it feels like to have depression. There are so many aspects to having it, including self loathing, apathy, fatigue etc – and it’s more than possible that you’re experiencing several of these negative feelings at once!

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