day SIX HUNDRED and SIXTY EIGHT

Staring at the Walls

Subtle twang of
disinterest
ringing in my ears
awake to the sound
of the door closing
goodnight
another night alone,
the bedroom falls
to dark
the carpet stings my
bare knees
scratch at my insides for
sweet release
no, I won't
I won't
keep playing house when
there's no one home
but me
I won't
keep acting like there's anything
left to be
fixed
No,
I won't
cause, for you
the world is one never-ending
family
and I'm sick
So
No, I won't
I won't
walk straight
gonna reinforce these walls with
steel bars and ration jars
geode skulls and
skin of my teeth
no, I won't
I won't
stack my weight
cause
I've finally got this
bony shell on
straight
no, I won't
I won't
open the bedroom door
I'm too old for you
anymore
and it's too bad
all that time spent filling
me up with lies
watching you cry with all that
boredom
in your eyes
and now it's over and
you're surprised
so, no
I won't
No,
it's not meant to be
I won't
cause I
won't be the last
to leave.

- Cristina Kennington