Sometimes I wonder why I waited
My coat in the crook of my neck
Chair leather sticking to my thighs
The whirring and the beeping
Alcohol rub.
Sometimes I wonder why I waited
Laying naked on the floor
Staring at the sunken side of our bed
Making space in my life for you
Making so much space in my life for you
Sometimes I wonder why I stayed
A silent little mouse
Straining to strip skin from the glue trap
Pretending it was home
Eating myself out
Guts spilled
Going insane
Escaping the reality
Disassociating
Dissolving
Diving head first
Into skin and sweat and seduction
Sometimes I wonder why I did it
And then I remember what you did.
-Poetry Party Ghost
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Poetry Party Ghost
PoetryNeed a break from the noise? The ultimate survival guide to being socially awkward is here. Read into the mind of the poetry party ghost, a fellow playing the fly-on-the-wall to an assortment of situations in the world. Hear them ramble about all yo...
