To the spirit or demon
who may one day possess my body,
I am sorry, truthfully.
I'm sorry my bones creak,
And pop,
And crack.
I'm sorry my muscles ache,
All the time.
I'm sorry it hurts all the time,
No matter what.
I’m sorry my body’s broken,
Some parts unrepairable,
Some parts can't be fixed.
To the spirit or demon
who may one day possess my body,
I’m sorry if you can see what's in my head.
If you can recall memories,
Or thoughts,
Or ideas.
I’m sorry I’m always sad,
Or scared,
Or panicked.
All the time, every day.
To the spirit or demon
who may one day possess my body,
I’m sorry.
About the Creator
When the Robots Took My Job
This is for RM Stockton's Write Club prompt for the month of April: AI Please allow me to vent. For "college," I went to a scam school that is now closed. We were promised internships that were never spoken of again after admissions, and we were promised help finding jobs. The first time I went to the career counselor's office, she was completely frazzled. She had no idea what to do with us, the film majors. The second time I visited her office, I let her know that I'd found myself a job, and she was visibly relieved.
By Rebekah Conard6 days ago in Journal
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