Office, 5 p.m.
Whisper, lend me your ears
Don’t speak, let the silence utter its peace
Let the dim of the neon, warm your senses
and the cool glow, ruffle your feathers
Buzz. Your ears prick up at the murmur
the low droning hiss of the lights grows and furthers;
increasing, swirling with pastels and dreamy lights
The clock clicks and reality floods your mind.
Staring back is the devil in Prada.
Those eyes, piercing through the glass.
“Why do I still have that photo?” You wonder,
as stars shimmer a reflection off your desk
your eyes twinkle as they flicker through gaps in the mess
It’s been a while since you both cried wolf
Been a while since you howled at the moon
Sat alone, thoughts to yourself
Pots boiling over as she cleans out the shelves
Books flying here and there
As the high pitched hiss of the pan shows its flares
One more night you say, over and over again
No more pride to hide, no more pressure to pretend
Resting your knees on the carpet in a silent protest
You repeat a prayer, a prayer in ever earnest
May the nights pass quickly, may the days fall sickly
I hold with bated breath the yellow pads sent immediately
There are only white trails and its residues
The one love you had, is the one you’ll rue
burnt to the ground.
A shivering pile of dirt you say
A quivering cake of emotions you lay.
The hit of reality caught you out
Your puzzled boss glares, gaping mouth
“You’re a mess, go home, get some rest.
Everyone suffers, but it’s all just a test.”