Alone

By Caitlin Munn

the tale as old as time:

Belles ringing in my ears as a

cell phone séance calls out to mine

fields of fumbled footnotes and

words said too soon,

unfiltered.

a cardboard box gathering dust of

mine own thoughts stifled -

repeating patterns of

envy and fear.

masked beast

- no mask between us

bare.

hang

nails against your artificial sin

with skin to screen to

skin to bone

your pages stuck together like a web of

caught phrases in

throats held tight with loving with

longing with hands held tight to the

wrong one night stand

our site

a forgotten nowhere of

living.

but this is not that

not that not that

not that much further I tell myself,

the scroll leads to pirate’s treasure.

faux fur warmth and

diamonds

distorting the reflection…

my reflection

dead battery.

alone? I realise I am once again

alone

and I laugh.

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