Flushed

A Poem by Destiny

Reminiscing in the mental hospital

The thoughts I have are scrambled
Unlike the egg I was handed
For safe-keeping
So precious in my palms
I didn't expect to pray again
Not until this day
The guilt clouds my mind
I'm sure that's why I lag behind
I've never had time for shame
The only flush I like is in my cheeks
The one that shows my lover the truth
The one in Lark's when she crashes into my chest
Flushed with joy, adrenaline
The one that gives way to nighttime and rest
Down the drain goes all the maladaptive ways to cope
In this life I'm no longer a guest
It's time now to see that I float