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I have not written in a long time Haven't felt the urge The sun is practically screaming outside my window Begging for my attention Glaring through the blinds Spilling heat all over my bare thighs The sun is practically crying at the foot of my bed Demanding to be seen, Demanding to be felt But I havent moved in hours And I might just stay here until it's time to sleep again My eyes are open, staring at the uneven paint strokes on my bedroom wall, Wondering why I chose such a striking blue for my safe space I dont feel safe at all I pull the covers to my chin, But I'm not cold I feel the baby kick in my abdomen And I wonder if he's hungry I should probably eat something But the bread is stale And the eggs are bad And I'm tired I'm just so tired I rub my stomach I break the silence It doesnt shatter, It just cracks kind of faintly, Unevenly, Weakly I whisper I'm telling my child it will be alright But I dont believe me I feel an other kick, Not so sharp this time Kind of lazy I think we're losing our strength, We need to move I rise from the bed and let the covers fall off my shoulders Like a corpse rising from dirt I choose a stale pop **** Baby seems calmer I did it, An other day I stop in front of the window Over the kitchen sink And squint out at the back yard I feel anxiety rising in my chest And my eyes begin to water Not again I sit down on the floor And I cry And I cry As the time passes So slowly Soon the sun starts to wither Shrink Retreat And so do I The fear in my heart is raging It's the only source of energy I know I am fading Loosing substance Becoming distant Becoming nothing Piles of dust on a mattress
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Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
Pandemic and Pop Tarts
I have not written in a long time Haven't felt the urge The sun is practically screaming outside my window Begging for my attention Glaring through the blinds Spilling heat all over my bare thighs The sun is practically crying at the foot of my bed Demanding to be seen, Demanding to be felt But I havent moved in hours And I might just stay here until it's time to sleep again My eyes are open, staring at the uneven paint strokes on my bedroom wall, Wondering why I chose such a striking blue for my safe space I dont feel safe at all I pull the covers to my chin, But I'm not cold I feel the baby kick in my abdomen And I wonder if he's hungry I should probably eat something But the bread is stale And the eggs are bad And I'm tired I'm just so tired I rub my stomach I break the silence It doesnt shatter, It just cracks kind of faintly, Unevenly, Weakly I whisper I'm telling my child it will be alright But I dont believe me I feel an other kick, Not so sharp this time Kind of lazy I think we're losing our strength, We need to move I rise from the bed and let the covers fall off my shoulders Like a corpse rising from dirt I choose a stale pop **** Baby seems calmer I did it, An other day I stop in front of the window Over the kitchen sink And squint out at the back yard I feel anxiety rising in my chest And my eyes begin to water Not again I sit down on the floor And I cry And I cry As the time passes So slowly Soon the sun starts to wither Shrink Retreat And so do I The fear in my heart is raging It's the only source of energy I know I am fading Loosing substance Becoming distant Becoming nothing Piles of dust on a mattress
Unsentimental
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25/F/American
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
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