That poem was supposed to ferment in drafts for a bit, but the layout of this new keyboard means I’m going to derp hardcore while typing for a while.
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It’s like a drop into the Marianas Trench.
That long dark cavern in the water
where we still don’t know where it ends.
The shock jars you.
Makes you open your mouth despite yourself—
And suddenly it’s brine in your lungs,
In the warmth, the stillness,
you’d forgotten you were underwater.
You mistook silence for safety,
and now you’re paying for it in the crushing pressures around your heart.
Don’t look at me with those eyes,
hurt, betrayed, and damning, my dear.
I never said I was lying…
But I never said I was telling the truth either.
I have a story.
So my sister got run over by a car once. It was a pretty big deal. Well like a year later she got into a little fender bender and was really bent out of shape about it, so I went and got her a cake.
When I put in my order for the cake, the guy at the bakery asked, “Do you want it to say anything?”
And with a perfectly straight face, I said, “‘Sorry you got hit by a car again.’”
He narrowed his eyes a moment, then nodded and wrote it down, and took it to kitchen to get the writing done.
All the way from the back of the kitchen, I hear a woman shout, “‘Again’?!”
(Source: toocooltobehipster, via jampelock)