I'm sitting in the back seat of my Aunts van
The seats are a light brown
But I don't think they've always been this brown
That feeling is back in my stomach
And the me inside is standing by them self
My throat still feels raw and whenever I speak
Every word I try to say comes out as a broken whisper
I try to call out to them
My other side
But they're not next to me anymore
But I know they're here
I can feel them
I can feel their toes curl
And I'm thinking it's me
But when I look down
Nothing's happening
My toes weren't curled into themselves
I can feel the sobs wracking my body
I can feel the tears streaking down my face
But when I reach up to touch them
My skin is bare, completely untouched
I start walking
I don't know exactly why or where I'm going
But I am
And eventually I find a small black box
I stop, and call out for them again
The sobbing in my chest intensifies
"This is confusing"
I'd say to myself
The sobbing would stop
"Where are you? Why not just tell me? Let me help you".
Silence
I wait
"I Don't know"
"Don't know what"?
The feeling on my cheek returns
End.
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Long Poetic Titles Really Aren't Necessary.
סיפור קצרI've had this written for a while now and i wasn't sure if to post it or not but, here it is! This is a collection of my weird-ass vents and I was hoping some of you could relate to them. But of you don't, I'll at least hope it was a good read!