got milk?
i always craved having a broken bone.
a cast for others to show they care
with their well wishes and their prayers.
signatures to show i ‘m not alone,
confirm that my pain is really there.
the thought—the hope—
that my body
would be crushed to dust,
pulverized to a pulp,
that i would be sculpted into a person
who could talk about their pain.
maybe then i could learn to cope.
no such luck.
what a shame.
lather, rinse, repeat
i feel in the shower.
i stop worrying.
i pretend.
i perform.
i ponder.
i reflect.
i wash away the day.
i cry away the pain.
tears wash down the drain.
towel off and try, try again.
31 flavors
i’ve been pining for a taste of life
i just can’t seem to find.
i thought it would be in what i do,
where i would quench my thirst.
or perhaps the things i have.
or if i find my other half—
that would quell the bitterness of the past.
brain freeze.
Kailani is an amateur writer. She writes for the love of writing. It is her sincerest form of expression—a way to put her wide-ranging ideas and life experiences into something cohesive. As a clinical therapist, she helps others find, listen to, and use their voice. And her writing is her voice. The world as she experiences it is her inspiration, and her love of personal flair fuels her style. She doesn’t think she’s to write the next great American novel, but she’s to write something. Stay curious.
Featured image by Carl Tronders.
