Day 22

Challenge: write about an emotion.

It’s easier to throw open the doors

to all your rage, to let it
plump your veins, and be swept
high by ecstatic panic — 

to let that hot drug prickle 
your dull skull alive —

than to stay inside, to allow
the clouds to soak 
your old brain, 

to carry your dark water
deep down 
in mud muscles,

and smile like a
distracted angel through 
that ordinary pain.