Gas tank never completely full Dishes unwashed Time and its manifestations Is the affliction that plagues any millennial She is present, and waiting Ready to peel her skin at a moments notice Rhythmic finger tapping on a diner table Sipping iced tea and always looking out the window Neither down nor forward, just up While uncooked ham In the form of a human sat opposite her “I wish others cared” she sighed apathetically “I wish other scared?” he inquired. He knew that he heard wrong. “No, I can make that happen already.” A pause swallowed them both “I’m leaving” “Why?” She answered, her countenance An opened Venus fly trap “I’m hungry”