give me a reason not to
There is a loud clattering
and rolling
like 100 rolly-pollys
all hitting the concrete
while falling
at 60mph
I stare at where my hand once hung
suspended in the air
Pills, some still rolling
decorate the floor like little bead embellishments
on a purse
Her hand still rests close to her heart
having not moved from when she'd slapped me
She was shaking
as she yelled at me
"Don't you dare! I love you!"
the ringing in my ears got louder
and I turned my head to see my alarm going off
next to me
This poem is about:
Me