Sitting up, my head began pulsing with the rhythm of my heart. Maybe I got up too fast. I had woke up with an aching need to cut all ties. I felt suffocated. Things were moving too fast. My hand was still. My mind was racing. I decided to call and speak it.
New Text Message: “I think we’re moving too fast.. “
My phone died.
My eyes decided to shut. When they opened the day was still lit. What a slow demise. The screen on my phone sat idle and bright. The minutes passed like seconds. Oh, the slowness of time.
I took a walk. I needed to slow my thoughts.
He had become extinction when I craved discovery.
I’ve slowly become disillusioned. So many false connections with people who don’t exist.
Three years ago I was chained to the bottom of his self esteem.
Now my phone is frozen.
So today I’m chained to this bed
Waiting to be lifted.
I shocked myself the way I could succumb to the bottom of the ocean and still rise up the very next day.
Maybe I’m invincible: able to enjoy the kisses of the sun exclusively for the existence of those afloat.
Perhaps I’m breakable: belonging at the bottom, amidst the treasures no one desires.
My phone is damaged. Sunk to the bottom of my toilet. I dropped it there. He never called.
Miss Parisia B.