What’s left of my decay
spills from closet doors.
And you’re fine.
Happy.
Jubilant, even.
Instead of invading the family home,
the monster offed herself quietly.
Politely, even.
I like to watch movies that remind me
of the progressions inside 90’s kids’ photo albums.
While you sternly swish around all the film’s flavor
inside your mouth.
I lie flat on the carpet because I’m too dirty for the bed.
My gaze actively focused on the undiscerning future
until it becomes a blurry bad Monet.
Your favorite.
Once more, you cartoon steam roll me into the ground
I give the old college try peeling myself off…
but the vibrations from this teenage soundtrack
keep me firmly planted.
I ignore the flashing, forever blinking billboard sized messages
of “I love you, but…”
from my window.
I cry without making any sound.
I want to scream at all those who so easily forgot
about me.
And I want to scream loudest
at you, who still remains.
Proactively.
It doesn’t matter what’s sugar iced on a cake
or in a hand written poem enclosed in an
“I’m trying too hard to be liked” envelope.
The monster fetish skipped along happily
into another variant; self deprecating grease stain.
What once appeared beneficial
is now a handicap without the shiny plaque
proclaiming first dibs.
It’s the least we could do.
Fuck all of you for never really getting it.
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AshVan
Fantastic!
I love you, but… it echoes in my mind, like I’ve heard it a zillion times, then you built a whole different world around it.
Lovely how you did that. Thanks for posting
Wow. Thank you!
by Kathleen; ; Report
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i can't even word how much i love this- its a gross but in such a beautiful way, rlly amazing
Thanks. I consider myself gross so I’m glad the message got across lol also I really do appreciate the read too![♥](https://static.spacehey.net/emojis/v1/heart.png)
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