Empty abandonment drawn to where it rains I shun the cull of your words I stand at refraction/rejection, in memory, maybe I was on the drowning grave of anger, maybe I was only an asshole. Eyes like the Cheshire Cat; this was an accident I’ve known too well. I’m peeling off my skin leave nothing behind atonement is a blank slate I was dripped from the thorax and the Adam’s apple of the tree the illusion of a girl—“you have to climb the ladder.” Interesting, now leave me alone slow death a cable on the floor sits beneath my feet; boredom forms in each breath gravestone not mine, I was born into my garden ghosts into the death of my bone the amphitheater; dad was wrong I’ll always be this way turn away cull the thoughts wanting to go home. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Written to this quote by Bo Burnham: “Interesting, now leave me alone.” This is part of a writing prompt called #InsideWithAlyAndBri which utilizes inspiration of Burnham’s “Inside.”
I don’t talk about it much, but a few of you may know that I have social anxiety. I used to play in band groups and the experience was interesting, if not pure hell. One girl told me I have to climb up the social ladder. I looked at her and said I wasn’t interested in that. 😂
I also turned part of it into a quadrille for a dVerse prompt too as I was unhappy with what I wrote. I’ll play with it some more eventually.