six months

I throw myself at

anonymity

inhabit turtle shell

back alleyway

shadows

sleep for 13 hours a night

lose my ability

for metaphors

quit writing

quit singing

quit college

I take on mannerisms

that would make my former self

look like a

bellowing lumberjack

I know it threw you

to watch a butterfly

devolve into

a caterpillar again

reverse Darwinism

disappearing wings

star turned black hole

_____________________________________

my writing is VERY sub par lately but I will work on that.  It's like learning how to breathe again.  Not that I can remember the first time I learned how to breathe.  anyways I lost six months due to ... well.  I did not write this during those six months but to be honest I didn't really write anything.  Just laid in my bedroom and watched like thirty episodes of "Community" a day.  I've never referenced a lumberjack in a poem. Oddly enough I mention lumberjacks in real life quite a lot.