So much has happened on this floor of mine.
Still, when I lick it, your end goes quiet.
You once watched me draw blood and paint my ceiling with splatters of it
Now, I only use my blade for unwrapping candy canes.
I love this gentle animosity
Mutual generosity
Isekai anime and cranberry lemonade
Our cyber love is never new.
For I have tangled your wires like fingers through locs,
I have dropped crumbs of cake between my laptop's keys
And acted as if you could taste it.
The backdrop is always the same:
My maxilmalist room
Which once masqueraded as my rose quartz tomb.
The only part of you I wholly consume
The feedback of your microphone and
The "click, click" of your lighter
The language that only you can decipher.
A year has passed, and still we stand
Dialling,
Picking up,
Muting,
Hanging up.
These ears love you as much as the heart does.
But your audio has set the expectation for the rest of you
Too high.
Your vermillion vernacular?
The mirage of your tongues?
The cadence smooth like meringue?
What mortal could physicalize your honeyed melody?
Even through the microphone feedback,
You have the voice of a God, honey.
Crisp like apples,
Tart like lemon cupcakes
And bitter like the lime drenching my cilantro.
When you sing, I only hear joy
[With lingering hints of desperation]
And feel the machinery in my head... stop.
When my connection is too poor to make out your words
I take what I can get and hold on
Because you're never been solid to me.
Only isekai anime, cranberry lemonade,
Silly sentiments that seep through my fingers.
You met me when I was a junkie;
Sober, would we be fulfilled if we held each other?
If we could feel each other's pulse?
A rhythm other than the headphoned sound of jerking off and typing words
Perhaps you had a heart to hold,
To rip from its calcium cage and consume.
Or... would I prefer meatless calls from two?
YOU ARE READING
An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
