Life suitcase
Every night
The case becomes larger
As you struggle to shove everything
Into the dark nooks and crannies.
No matter how many things are added
There is always more room.
Steel-toed boots walking all over your back.
Theory pounding your brain with a hammer.
Schedule etched into your skin as the blood runs.
Judgement’s eyes burning through yours.
Anger slithering up your leg.
Society monkey-ripping your arm out of its socket.
Love slowly and deliberately sawing your heart in half.
Anxiety wrapping its hands around your neck.
Family crawling up your throat and into your mouth.
Each night
You unload as much as possible
Off of your vacuum
And into Mary Poppins’s bag.
Some things refuse.
Some things release.
Some things retaliate.
It sits at the end of the bed
Like a black jaguar
Ready to pounce on its
Pray.
Somewhere towards the bottom
Of the darkness
Is the child you use to be
Grasping for air.