doesn’t the daisy calm your nerves, dear?
dizzyingly alone, me and the metal chamber.
👽🛸🪐
light means nothing when your mind is dark
paris, france 🥀
« ainsi va le monde. ce n’est pas am faute »
there are no exits where you’re going
new york, new york
grand central smelt of pennies, ticket stubs, and desperation at 5:15 am.
"where're you headed?" the worker asked.
where was he headed? he didn’t realize leaving meant going away. but to go far enough to be folded into memory or far enough to be followed? would his wife search for him?
"connecticut.”
no comment; the worker printed a slip and took his money mechanically.
he needed a congratulations, deserved one for his decision. but who would congratulate a man abandoning his wife?
mess mess mess
my mind’s
cluttered mess
her beer tasted of sawdust and foam coated her boots; nuts were bland and counter sweaty. but the air was lime fresh and the night neon young and she was free.
myra.
it’s three-thirty in the morning, that’s a bad time to talk about should-haves and would-haves - needful things
and he sat at the oncologist waiting room as life dimmed outside
this is what being alive is. a sticky menu between you and me in a cramped booth by a black window.
xxii | she/her | psychology & creative writing | desperately searching for meaning in the mundane
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