contemporary eeriness ricochets
off the dry wall
colliding against the thinness of my skull
like a soldier firing a gunshot from a mile away
without any deterrent about the damage the exit wounds would cause
the octave changes
and the slurred speech drenches out of your lips
consonants and vowels with no connection
knock knock
here it comes again
the same lifeless language that has been spoken
time after time
and the audience applauds as you waltz off the stage
and the curtains close before i can clamor for an encore
the crowd is roaring as if you were speaking in tongues
but the novel was written for only my ears to understand the detriment
the lights dim out and the people scatter
and i am left alone against four walls
begging for the show to start over
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
contemporary eeriness ricochets
off the dry wall
colliding against the thinness of my skull
like a soldier firing a gunshot from a mile away
without any deterrent about the damage the exit wounds would cause
the octave changes
and the slurred speech drenches out of your lips
consonants and vowels with no connection
knock knock
here it comes again
the same lifeless language that has been spoken
time after time
and the audience applauds as you waltz off the stage
and the curtains close before i can clamor for an encore
the crowd is roaring as if you were speaking in tongues
but the novel was written for only my ears to understand the detriment
the lights dim out and the people scatter
and i am left alone against four walls
begging for the show to start over
after hearing “i dont love you” so many times it begins to sound like a line from a well rehearsed speech
