gripping the tabletop
im having intrusive thoughts
this time its you dying
i cant stop the repeating loop
of dandelions and daisies
wilting under the hot summer sun
and the wailing aunts and cousins
the flicker of white LED lights
from the fake golden setup
youre sleeping fast
in the middle of everything
uncomfortable under the scrutinisation
even in death, an introvert.
in my hand theres a note
because im bad at talking
in my throat theres a knot
because theres pain that im hiding
and im sitting next to you
even in my imagination
i cannot move
because my soul shattered
my centre of gravity changed
and my bones cant hold
the weight of my grief.
i can never seem to decide
if you're wearing yellow or green
or where the door to the room is
all i know is that you're dead
the sun is too bright
and im in my
purple australia t-shirt
the wind rustles the white silk
the shadows move under my feet
people come and stare and go
and im sitting next to you
im tucking in my note
im aggressively chasing away flies
everytime they dare come close
my parents have come
to take me back home
they talk with your parents
they loiter around
to gather strength
to call me home
but home is where you are
and im tied to you
the sun shines
the story loops.
YOU ARE READING
In boredom, we indulge in poetry and paragraphs
Puisigood day to you too! (okay no curse good days, JUST day to you too!) this is a collection of some poems i wrote, short stories, and some rants. everyday musings and anecdotes if you will.
