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One-sided conversation

by Maria Kintner

You ever hit that moment...where you realize you should have taken a left turn way back when, instead of being so sure of where you needed to be?

Because maybe I wouldn't be here right now. Even though that sounds like such a horrible thing.

I go back a few steps....

I go back a few more....

And then I realize that I have gone far enough. Far back enough to be seeing myself in random ways. In clothes I can never wear again.

But I miss they way they feel. I miss being able to see myself in a mirror, and not look away too quickly. Lets just get this over with. I say that to myself all the time.

I put the pieces back. I place them, old and yellowed, right where they need to be. Or where they were before we were all broken. Before the birds tore the worms from our decaying skin.

I am tired of the grave. Tired of the cold. Tired of the wrong type of sunlight. I should be smiling in it. I really should.

When I close my eyes, I want to finally see nothing. And I want to dream.

03/07/2015

Author's Note: insomnia sucks.

Posted on 03/07/2015
Copyright © 2020 Maria Kintner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Danny Washington on 03/09/15 at 01:21 PM

This is really beautiful, great to read out loud, it's begging to be performed. Great work!

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