we babbled incessantly
preoccupied with mundane tasks
that no longer interested us
caught in a whirlwind of
docile expressions, pacing
from cubicle after cubicle
how lovely it was to be numb.
we woke up suddenly
with a deep fear in our stomachs
muscles fighting bones
we were longing to crawl out
of our own skin, unsatisfied
with anything and everything.
how torturous it was to be alive.
preoccupied with mundane tasks
that no longer interested us
caught in a whirlwind of
docile expressions, pacing
from cubicle after cubicle
how lovely it was to be numb.
we woke up suddenly
with a deep fear in our stomachs
muscles fighting bones
we were longing to crawl out
of our own skin, unsatisfied
with anything and everything.
how torturous it was to be alive.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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