grown-up

i felt so damn grown up today
washing dishes, making coffee, boiling the kitchen sponges
is that normal? for a 21-year-old to do that?

listening to simon and garfunkel on my laptop, humming along
being 'responsible', ha. i've lost sight of
what that word even means lately

everything was good until i shattered that glass
like some sick metaphor for my life
as i picked crumbs of glass out of my fingers
so shattered my illusion of control

the music cuts in and out of s****y speakers
i cant stand still
pacing pacing pacing

suddenly my neck is stiff
my back needs to stretch and crack
my feet tingle with the urge to move around

i've lost track of my thoughts
what was i doing?
i've fogged up all the kitchen windows


to the dining room, there's steam here too
my hands sting, trickles of blood from tiny puncture wounds
i can't even see the cuts, but i feel them so sharply

like some sick metaphor for my life

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[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

This seems to me in synchronisation with your other poem dinner where too you mentioned the breaking of glass.I just know that if i broke one myself too..my musings would be on the same line.Your voice is original and candid.