Every task is rushed
by the emotions
triggering quick actions
and over thinking
as I struggle through the chores.
Standing upon the soggy floor
my foot slips
and my body falls
overwhelmed by the water stains
and dirty feet prints
I crumble beneath the crawl space.
Settling in with the rats
searching for food
as they begin
to nibble my skin
I lay dormant.
The cries of the ones I live for
call me back in
as I flick the rats to the side
and tell them they cannot feed
they must go.
As I pick myself up
climbing back through the hole
ready once again
to clean the messes
each day brings.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Every task is rushed.
Temperamentally Tina 