Archives of My Mind

I’m drowning in the archives of my mind.
Thoughts are misfiled
I can’t find the labels that contain my soul
piles and piles of doubt
papery whispers misguiding my heart

I’m the archivist of my mind
But I lack the proper training to keep a clean house
The roof is leaking confusion
The floor is breaking away

Sometimes I wonder if I should laminate my brain
make myself pristine
Instead of this crumbling self
But if I wasn’t acidic
I wouldn’t be a burning girl
I’d be just another relic on display

But I feel like I need to be trained in self-care
Because I’m failing
slipping down the cracks
And when you are underfunded in thoughts
And drowning in neurotic post-it notes
There is no way out
Except inward.

 

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Rebecca Charlotte is a recent graduate of Westfield State University, a small liberal arts school in New England, where she majored in English with a concentration in literature. Currently, she works at two libraries. By day, Rebecca is a nerdy librarian, by night she is a nerdy librarian who devours books and superhero shows. Her work has appeared in BUST, elephant journal, Her Campus, and will be included in the upcoming issue of Doll Hospital Journal.

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