The art of escaping the will to die, I get to live

last night is still a headache
between chocolate and candy,
my favorite bundt cake,
heart-shaped muffins that
took me forever to make

like it will take me forever to
smile. I was scorn impersonated.
so I ran a mile, away from words
that would strip me from my
dignity. I ran a mile, into an abyss
of numbness, free of compass,
I was a refugee. No where to go.
Hatred is something you can’t