did you mean it?
the weather forecast said "cloudy"
as i stared up at an endless
catastrophically clear
blue skyyou 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
lookatmethere 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 goodyou 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 phonedo 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...