Consideration
Of rain on the tin roof; late.
Possibilities for connection
Left dangling like snapped rope bridges.
Melted chocolate left in the sun too long
Next to the burning sunflowers
And the unused gardening gloves belonging to my mum.
Amusement found in the briefest glances towards peace
Maybe the brush of a hug around my middle is healing
Maybe the brightness is found through escapism
That is fed by hyperfixations on language memes.
Delightfully disillusioning this whole thing
The sins we'll commit just to feel again
As an actor, the on switch short-circuited
Predictably at midnight every month or so -
Pricked fingers ooze the unshed tears
That were blocking your nostrils
As I re-plait my hair into a ponytail
That restricts my breathing
But gives me the energy to keep going; spitefully.
Unsolicited emails; unwanted opinions
The busy schedule that my watch's dead batteries ignore.
There is little excuse for the spiral through the algorithm
Easier to feed the pests
Than summon false friends
I'd keep my own company
But there's something delicious about a number above 70
See the red emoji trickle into my pupils; diluted
Thrump thrump thrump goes my ringtone
At the thought of popularity.
Doesn't it disorient you, when you wake up
To the sound of the alarm you set last night
Even though you're sleeping outside on the front porch
Something coded and wired screwed through your jeans pocket.
The squiggles they painted into your fingertips
For easier recognition, they promised
Never make it easier to get out of bed
Or meet with the grey toned help-giver
Who won't let you take another pair of Advil tablets
Because the pains in your stomach are hunger, not dread
There's nothing wrong with you, just dependent
No way to fix the little burrow you've made
Under a soft fluffy pop culture blanket
And $500 in bad decisions, regrets and sadness.
Out into the sunlight, the brightness overbearing
Your pupils tight
Don't forget to shield your senses
From anything less than disingenuous
Credit cards, debit cards,
Outstanding amounts of cravings
There's potential in the world around you
Just not enough time to harness it.
See, the machines your heart is hooked up to
Were updated only last night.
Something useless, your organs are -
Finally,
"Goodnight."
~
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask π±
Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology π«Άπ
AI is not art.

Comments (1)
"The busy schedule that my watch's dead batteries ignore." What a line! Not that it's easy to pick a favorite out of this one, though. Great work, and a solid reminder that I need to go to bed instead of messing around on my phone.