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Imaginary Lullabies
September 9, 2014
the telephone wore a dark gray coat made of dust
the walls had finally befriended the cigarettes' stale yellow breaths
the sugarless black coffee had gone numb inside the mug
i was blinking rhythmically in front of the fireplace that only stored remains
a grave, it was, for the catastrophic love of flame and pine wood
i was trying to imagine their last words
when own heartbeat sung me to sleep
and in that moment i knew that they weren't coming back for me this time
they had let me go.
© Olivia E., Alto, MI
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While writing this, I was picturing a misfit who never quite found their place and just realized that they have finally succumbed to what everyone who has been accepted by the world calls "emptiness".