of her own
she paces
Mother.
while uncomfortable
is preferred
to when
Hard as
when provoked
regardless,
She is not anybody’s
an unfeeling terrifying free falling
Anything.
hand her a cup
of something
when assured
follow me out.
If I could split myself in two
into the one who loves me
and the one who is me
who else would I need
not you
If I only feel seen
when you hold the pencil
and draw me into existence
is it so surprising
that you can erase me out of being
Give me that fucking thing
Crack
(Pencil breaks in 1/3 and 2/3)
I’m holding the instrument now
that shows me
that keeps me here
oh and
it’s a fucking pen
though really, staying silent on your blog for countless years does not usually have people suspecting you may be dead.
What would make people suspect you may be dead?
see, in this exercise, one has to exclude immediate family members who are used to seeing your face/body on a fairly regular basis.
others, well
if someone posts a photo of you (preferably sepia/BW), with a teardropface smiley caption.
if someone sees a bus run over you in a highly unapologetic and smashing manner.
if someone watches you keel over at work and lie on the grimy office floor in a disgraceful fashion.
if you were standing near a window, with no door in sight, one second, and the next second you were nowhere to be seen. Might help to have an off-white linen curtain flapping rather dramatically out the window.
I'll think of some more.