Poem by Halle Preneta — 8/10/23
Sometimes my body feels like a useless hunk of metal clanging around in your garage
Sometimes my words feel like mini tornados wrecking through your neighborhood
Sometimes my life feels like sand crumbling in your hands
Sometimes the world feels like a huge ball of fire no fire extinguisher can put out
Sometimes I feel like hollowed out bones laying in the street
Sometimes living feels like clinging onto ropes that burn your hands
Sometimes living hurts
Sometimes living feels like dying over and over and over again
