So this is the first in a weekly writers showdown, Julia-lee vs. Byterman.
In Tall Grass
I found myself on a journey
Feet floating, toes trailing
Hardly in control,
Shed what was never mine to bear
I ran, and ran
In my mind
I couldn’t catch the thoughts
That flew past
My feet anchored
My body atrophied
Rooted to the spot, waiting
For your permission to pounce
a cat in tall grass
Instead I read the words of women
Froze in just this pose
Is my phone not working?
No one is texting
facebook is unimaginably silent.
It must be true that you can disconnect from everyone by withdrawing.
I am a secret watcher, checking updates and leering longingly at photos.
Leaving no traces, no footprint.
I see the onward progression of your lives while mine is slowly drawn from me.
I have gotten busy dieing, while you’ve been posing in fantastic photos for the internet.
I am alone and you have all abandoned me to rot away in this cubicle
where my eyes hurt from the strain of staring at the screen
awaiting confirmation that I’m still living.
I’ve been very personally invited to a party this Saturday.
Don’t let me go so long without some confirmation, some hope
Ohh these quarter hour solitudes!