Charlotte Steiger |
This morning I got out of bed
I have a routine
Today I decided to check what was new
My collarbones are visible up to each designated shoulder
As obvious as my chestbones arrayed in perfect order
Three horizontal shadows that move when I do
When I wish you what you deserve
Not death
Death is too peaceful for my liking
Death delivers solitude when there is nothing else to suffice
But rather, I want to revoke what has ever given you reassurance
Until you’re left to sit in silence
Alone with nothing except what could’ve been, and never will
Praying – ground me with the angels – because that’s all you have left
To deal with the migraines
Tonight I bid you the best of luck
I have an outfit chosen for tomorrow
A dress my mother approved after I twirled around the kitchen
After she practiced aloud her testimony that read,
“I will not comply to what you’ve done to us”
Although I don’t enjoy the many aftershocks of your decisions
I try my most anyway
I’m still going to brush my teeth & clock into work
Reminiscing about the day the dread reciprocates
Once you finally get what you’ve always deserved