jengelman

Australia

this is the turning point

nightgown

November 21, 2019

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it is spring now.
the children are running,
past the playground
and into each other.
 
you told me once that I’d look cute in a nightgown,
I thought it was a metaphor, of how
I so desperately wanted to hide my body
underneath the cover.
I watched how we drifted so easily into one another.
how we wore school uniforms during the fall,
but I am a cavity.
 
and so I rot everything I touch,
until all that is left are cobwebs
and memories from late last year.
 
why was I reluctant to wear someone as sad as me.
was I afraid of how it would taste,
that I knew someone like you?
or was I afraid of the feeling,
of longing for the cover.

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2 Comments
  • Anha

    it's taken me a month, but this? this slaps. the juxtaposition of "spring" and "rot", ugh, poetic genius.


    11 months ago
  • Ruthh

    THIS SO HAUNTING AND GOOD I LOVE IT


    about 1 year ago