It’s deer carcasses on the side of the highway
And wrappers tumbling through an empty supermarket parking lot
It’s that chill you feel on the back of your neck
And the weird silence that’s at the end of a CD
American loneliness is pervasive
It’s in every little nook, every tiny crack, every small thumbtack prick -- effectively under your skin
What do you do?
What do you do when you’re surrounded by the thickest, itchy wool sweater of your doubts and your own shortcomings?
It’s the smoke that floats up after a candle is blown out
And the color of chewed up gum stuck to the pavement
American loneliness is a jail cell
And it wants you to die
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Hillary Coates
passionate about mental health and wellness, writing/poetry, yoga, and my pets 🤓❤️🐶🐱
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