POETRY

Desperation

Free Verse poem

I can see it all: at first you’ll agree to positive exchanges and polite discourse — no excavation of our boneyard past

I will hold my breath each time I hit send — my ribs piercing each inflated lung until you answer again should I even open it?

you will taunt me with quick short replies never fully answering — leaving bones aching for information only you can supply

and when you sense I am brittle enough politeness is replaced with small rants — maybe your job or something read

then it will come: bones scattered crushed beneath the weight of lies dusted shards swept up by the wind

your desperate attempt to recapture my heart will decimate me — I will be nothing again

©2015 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.

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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, personal essays, creative non-fiction, and articles. She focuses on Spirituality, Life Lessons, Self-Awareness, Relationships, Mental Health, and LGBTQ+. She is the Owner/Editor of Promptly Written and Not For Bedtime Stories. You can find her older stories on her Medium Blog, Ravyne’s Nest.