dear quinn,

you made it
to twenty
even though
you never thought
you would.

that's Something.

you're Something.

love,
quinn

Alien lifeforms
Appear humanoid Captain.
Dare we make contact?

your vague and generic words don't soothe my worry...
it seems like you immediately went to talking to someone as soon as I left the room...
and your only offer of reassurance was your generic, "you're the only woman in my life"...
but I know I don't just have to worry about women with you...
i have to worry about everything.
i feel like you don't care anymore, and I'm not sure where this feeling is coming from.
but it has been growing and there have been no reassurances from you that seem genuine anymore...

It's like a landslide.

Forcing my rib cage open just to fit itself inside.

Seeping in through my open mouth and

piling,

rock after rock,

until I can't feel my body anymore.

Far too heavy to move.



It's an icy, rigid tide.

Casting all matter of facts aside.

Drowning in worries but somehow still

smiling,

and giving small talk,

until there's no more sand left on the shore.

Far too helpless to hide.

no wave, no fun, no plague, no one, no saves, no humdrum dumb-dumb luck.
no you, no them, no peace, no fuss, no just, just, just, just, just, just us.
no duh, no soul, no ghouls, no guts, no sun, know theres no waking up.
corona virus cant unite us.
me and you.
no peace, no fuss.