I’ve actually got a migraine
due to the sound the keyboard makes
when I angrily write shitty poetry.
I am sitting in a room full of buzzing technology
and off-topic whispering
and the clicking of desktop mouses
and all I want is to be away from here
to be in Rhode Island
so I can finally start to forget this place
once and for all.
BUT NO. of course not
I am here for another week
to suffer in a sort of loud silence
To cringe at my handwriting
and to count down the days
// “People have been saying six more days more about two months it seems”//
YOU ARE READING
Requins
PoetrySome words thrown together, forming something along the lines of poetry.