Close your eyes and imagine;
someone whose words are like wine,
sweet and sensuous and satiating.
imagine succumbing to them, time after time,
only to wake up with your head bent over a
big silver bowl, heaving all you have in you
out on to their lap.
Imagine confusing “love” and
“all I’ve ever wanted was to hear you say it back.”
Imagine apologizing for hurting someone
who left you behind;
you’re not sure why– they managed to convince you
their pain was greater; your hate, unjustified.
Imagine feeling the inevitable tug when you
hear that song on the radio,
the one with lyrics they had tattooed on their skin,
you lose all sense of reality, or reason.
you think, no, it wasn’t so bad–
maybe they were right, after all, maybe I’m the problem,
why do they (still) not want me?
Imagine turning off the radio.
Crashing the car, burning the skin,
throwing away the bottles.
Imagine, for the last time,
and then open your eyes.
Lauren has been writing since since she was old enough to hold a pen. Her father is a writer, and she grew up believing words were the only way she could clearly connect with this world. She graduated in 2014 with a BA in English from the University of Minnesota, and she’s been trying to make time for her words amidst the reality of post-graduate career-making.