battle ships by Lauren Singer'it's official' she thought,
absently flicking her lighter and
listening to the fluid burn,
'i'm afraid of my own shadow.'
she stood up and hesitated,
then let herself back into the building
where no one but the dog
awaited her queen-sized bed
with a wagging tail and a floppy tongue,
as she collapsed onto the mattress and
dug her head into the orthopedic pillow.
how she longed to be cradled by someone tonight,
to caress her emptiness into a feeling
that quenched her, and rid her of these
melancholic notions that she would die here,
and this was all it ever meant
to be alive. 04/20/2012 Posted on 04/20/2012 Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by George Hoerner on 04/20/12 at 12:37 PM But as 'big daddy' said, "at least when I hurt, I know I'm alive". Good write lady. |
Posted by Kris Mara on 04/21/12 at 03:07 PM this evokes such great emotion in such an honest way...very relatable... |
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