Replace me with an alien,
They will do better than me,
You may only notice the difference when they begin to achieve,
When they scale heights I fear I am too weak to reach.
***
Replace me with an alien,
They may be better at this,
Better than me,
And if you may not replace me with an alien,
Replace me with anything else,
They have more on offer than me.
***
Wake me up,
Call me back,
On top of the world,
Let me see you there,
See me there,
A version who has conquered Everest,
Let demise follow with some knowledge a version of me saw success.
***
Replace me with an alien,
So they can do the day-to-day hours I find myself weak against,
Goliath was met at the hands of the clock,
At the patterns of survival,
At the painful happenings of Mondays.
***
I've run out of distractions,
I've run out of hiding places,
It's now or never once in a lifetime offer,
Replace me with an alien,
Let them finish my race.
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making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskar4 days ago in Feast
Comments (1)
This was so relatable. I always wish I would get possessed by a ghost so that it can run my life. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️