PolaroidA Poem by ZeeArsonista scatteringEverything is polaroid scattered along a nonsensical timeline that is my living room. My bones have rearranged, so I know that you were here. .47 cents and your black hole socks along with 2 equally half empty vodka mindsuck concoctions.
I ache this stretching kind of ache. Half chewed bubble gum thoughts, stringing to everything, salvaging nothing. And this smokecitrusburn is idiot idiot I.diot. Where did I go when I slipped off into nothingness. Clearly, I’m the one who is scattered here. I hope I didn’t cry. Or talk without listening, which I’m sure that I did. I don’t think you were mad and of course I know what we know.
It was all so perfect and fucked up. A confliction of things. Perfection through procrastination, isolation, stagnation or Fate. I knew that I would do this to you, but I did not know that you would let me.
I brought you to my bed, and I remember your skin, the way it felt as my whole body passed through you trying to let you know that I am a real girl.
Technology had failed us. And the silences were soft and slowed, carefully reducing 2 to the least common layer, blown apart, safety off, because we knew that was okay to do.
Okay OK okokok, You’re home safe. 120 miles per hour Safe. And this is awful, but you’re OK.
I’m okay too. And I hope that I’m different, in a better kind of way. Because for you, i… well, because at least we were alive. © 2014 ZeeArsonistReviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 10, 2014 Last Updated on September 1, 2014 Tags: free write, flow, new, jaded, disorderly, meyou, cope, translation, alive, now Author
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