did you mean it?
the weather forecast said "cloudy"
as i stared up at an endless
catastrophically clear
blue sky
you haven't texted me back.
there are no missed calls.
things between us
have severed;
tissue torn through by a bullet
and sewn together haphazardly
with flimsy fishing cable.
i stopped beside a tree smashed up against the sidewalk,
trailing its roots through the concrete
like an eldritch horror
and put my phone away.
i can't look at the empty screen
without suppressing the urge
to vomit.
the dose of adrenaline i feel
when your name appears at the top
isn't hitting;
i scramble like an addict to type something new
anything
anything that will make you look at me
look at me
lookatme
there is a gremlin knitting my intestines together
and tying knots at the edges
i am a poorly crafted scarf
draped over your shoulders
i am doing my best
to be good
you want a better one now.
i am not enough anymore.
did you mean it?
the way i feel is just
dust mites.
stamp them out.
stamp me out.
GET OUT.
they were never supposed to
to be seen.
"all you are
is stressful.
and
i don't want to be around that."
you say over the phone
do you mean it?
YOU ARE READING
the archives - a poetry portfolio
PoesiaA light buzzing distracts you from whatever you're doing. There is an old, weathered monitor on a table next to you. You could have sworn that it had just *appeared* out of thin air. Out of curiosity, you stare at it for a moment. The screen flicke...
