The drop.

by Poet on the Piano   Jun 11, 2024


Some things are too personal for poetry,
so I'll speak vaguely

of them flanking my side

me not knowing what to say

them pulling me down
swiftly
painlessly

thinking they'd be more
aggressive

but they weren't.

And now,
flashbacks to that night

making my fists shake

making my head spin.

I feel drawn to return
yet want nothing to do with it

this place that's haunted
my thoughts for months

this place that has made
people like me

disappear forever.

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