Dying for
Inspiration for my story,
Some idea is coming to me,
Then a video I once watched,
Races to the front of my mind,
Attracting me to the thought of seeing it again,
Curling up with laughter,
The next video plays,
I’m in a downward spiral now,
Out, I want out, but my
Natural desires have killed my motivation.
About the Creator
Rebecca Patton
Ever since discovering Roald Dahl, I wanted to be an author who would delight and move her readers through her stories. I also wrote my debut novel, "Of Demons and Deception" on Amazon.
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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 Toraskar2 days ago in Feast
Comments (4)
Great acrostic
Lol, this was so relatable! This is me with TikTok. I can just doom scroll for hours. It's just so addicting. Loved your poem! I've subscribed too!
This is so accurate, well done
Excellent work, I always look for inspiration, and luckily find it.