On The Electric Fence

I’m on edge

A gust of wind could knock me over

Send me to my death.

I bet I’d soar.

the wind would catch in my hair

and I’d glide through the sky

sunshine on my back.

But still

I’m so on edge

my teeth will crack under the strain of my smile.

I can run a mile on a whim.

I feel electric and beautiful today.

I want kisses and soft touches

I want. I want. I want.

I want one coherent thought.

I want my medicine to help me focus.

I could scream with all these thoughts

rushing through my mind at once.

I want to be normal.

-M.V