Writing Prompt

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When I speak no one hears

I try to be heard or maybe seen

There is one who always knows I’m there

And she sees me as I am

But even so I feel this void

Deep inside my gut

I can’t sleep sometimes because of fear

Maybe I should disappear

In her eyes I am replaceable

A side note in her world

Whenever I’m not well she’s there

My pain a burden to her

Sometimes I just don’t give a shit

But I ...

So sick to my stomach

I can’t even eat

That greasy pizza

But then I catch a

G l a n c e

From her

She smiles

My heartbeat slows

Until she keeps dancing

Swinging her hips

Twirling

Grabbing

Other people’s

H a n d s

Working up the courage

Saying

You’re dancing with me now

The moment

A Chappell roan song plays

Smiling and laughing to pink pony club

But you pull away soon after

And dance with someon...

I’m really scared

I’m really really scared...

She worried that the house would catch fire

Or the light bulbs would explode

She worried that the lawn would die

Or deer would eat her flowers

She worried the chicken would go bad

Or the tomato sauce would be too salty

She worried the roof would leak

Or the window would crack

She worried about everything

So she didn’t have to worry about

anything that mattered...

We could have had a shot you know

But here’s the world laid real low

Four years with a caricature.

Hands on my eyes -

Tell me when it’s over

I’ll be off, see you soon

Can’t watch this while sober....

so what exactly do I do

if there are three different guys that like me

one who I’d say I’m friends with, yeah, but he’s my friend’s ex, though she wouldn’t mind

one who I’d say I’m kind of friends with, but not particularly

and one who I haven’t talked to in a while with but I still consider us friends, and he’s also the same friend’s ex

and there’s also one guy I like

except I’ve never talk...

It's seeping through my bones like some kind of poison:

Where brains meet the flesh,

Morality dissolves —

Obsession, now, the patron of the soul;

My Bible in hand, yet a weight.

I know

Styrofoam apples are perfect.

I am not sweet,

And I do not nourish.

You are Autumn leaves, you

Crumble beneath my winter boots.

Guilt cracks my clavicle, but I cannot refrain;

I remember, you were soaked in pain,...

What if he does drugs

that end up ruining his life?

What if he never finds himself a husband

Or a loving wife?

What if he is timid and never follows

His wildest dreams?

What if he’s successful

But he’s horrid and he’s mean?

What if he decides

That he can only lie?

That no one will love him

Or they only say goodbye?

What if he regrets

All of his biggest choices?

Or he completes his aspirations

But...

I don’t know what to do

I worry about what to do

Then I worry about how I worry about what to do

But then worry more

About what to do

And about how I worry about what to do...

It won’t go.

The thought of you—

It won’t leave.

My pattering heart—

It won’t stop.

My quickened breath—

It won’t slow.

Your sticking word—

It won’t blur.

The false hope—

It stabs like Death....