those days when you
complete your chores,
watch all the TV there is.
Done with those
Daily items by 11 am,
While you kill time out of
Boredom-
From one corner of your
Mind. From the visuals
of your third eye-
I sneak in your thoughts.
But you’d hate it,
Wouldn’t you?
You conjure your acts of
distractions,
Hold me by the neck to choke
me up and try to rub me off
Like I'm a bad stain--
Dying like that from
your hand,
It would be a pleasure.
But you don't do that,
Do you?
You can't just ignore me
and flush me down a
limbo.
You find my ghost
Lingering in your drafts-
Half a sentence. Half a sigh.
Words thought but never
Penned. Never sent-
You try to wipe it all,
Thinking you’ve erased me,
but I still hum between
your thoughts,
Like static on a radio.
You’ve moved on,
You say-
But moving on is just
another form of haunting.
And maybe that's why.
You hold me hostage
in your ribcage.
to treat me like a trophy.
or maybe as a
contingency plan?