Extraordinary Measures
free verse about letting go of a toxic friendship
When I see you, my head pounds
When I talk to you, my throat is sore
Am I sick?
Or am I sick and tired of the bullshit spewing out of your mouth like vomit.
The tang leaves an aftertaste more sour than the way we left things.
Moving on is the best medicine,
But you doused me in the sickly sweet scent of your soul,
The formaldehyde keeping me from letting the memories decompose
So I kept fighting and I put the relationship on life support.
It doesn’t matter though,
As the erratic beat turns into a flatline, I declared the time of death.
If you wouldn’t offer me a “clean” break I was going to make one,
even if it was riddled with more disease than the corpse.
I wanted to bury and mourn it, but our friendship is a morgue;
Sterile and haunted.
The husks of who we used to be dissected by my thoughts every chance I get.
Where did I go wrong?
The autopsy is inconclusive.
About the Creator
Angie Seminara
reader. writer. artist. advocate. musician. fire enthusiast.
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