My words spew out static on the opposing
line on the phone
You're only taking in what you hear
So I know it's hard for you to understand
When my words take the concept of
untangling headphones in utter darkness
without either of your hands
And you can't hear me talking back
So I know you think I'm not listening,
But I'm just trying to loosen the noose around
my neck
and take this yellow caution tape off my
chapped lips
before it's my body that becomes the one lying
on the ground,
being traced with white lines that started with
little white lies like when I told you "I'm fine"
They were insignificant infidelities
That I tried to replace with a poorly written
diagnosis of lack of sleep
And I'm sorry,
but I need to hang up
Because if not, this poorly written diagnosis
will turn into an autopsy,
and you'd have never seen it coming
Sincerely, THE AUTHOR
