I know it.
Whether you can see him or not.
I feel his eyes on me… there! He just whispered to me… did you hear it??? Right THERE he’s looking at me… I Can see him from the corner of my eyes… always taunting me! Mocking… chiding …. Assailing with his threats. Always embarrassing… always shaming… always there.
He licks the tunnels of my ears and sandpapers my lips. Can’t tell which words are his ...
The words my mother says to me
Pass right my by my ears
The only sounds ringing through my head
Are my tireless fears
My back does ache, my feet are sore
The ochestra playing’s quite the bore
The girls around me flutter their hair
A gentleman’s staring from over there
Our eyes do meet
My heart began to sputter
Maybe I AM ready to be a mother…
😳😳...
The brown fox chased the cowardly dog
They ran and ran way ‘round the log
Until the small dog seemed to trip
And so away his life would slip
The brown fox brought home their dinner
A trophy for the young and slimmer
But thus his mate eyes his feast
The atrocity made it hard to eat
Their relationship frayed
Rifts did grow
Their hearts atrophied
From the brown fox’s ego...
“What’s this?” I thumbed through the old book I plucked from the attic. First the ancient symbols jumbled on the page, but slowly they began to flow into each other, painting visions that seemed to come to life off the page.
“Whoah” I couldn’t contain my wonder.
“Oh that’s my grandfathers diary. He was some conspiracy theorist I think… None of those are real hieroglyphics or anything. We have...
“Wait up!” I heaved, running at full speed to catch up with him. “Jeremiah! Wait!”
“I’m not talking to you” He waved me away.
“Please just give me a ch-“
“I gave you a thousand chances to tell me the truth and you’re still lying to me. I’m done. I’m done! I can’t keep doing this with you, it’s killing me.” He looked done. My heart lurched at the thought of losing him.
“Please I’m so sorry I n...
I woke up today
The morning air was cold
Haven’t been sleeping in much
without you
Drank my coffee by the window
spot next to yours
Hasn’t tasted good for weeks now
Need to remember to switch brands
Need to remember to set reminders to do that
The way that you always did
I notice I’m in my head a lot now
The space we took up is now carried by only me
Our anecdotes and secret language
All now...