Bullet list

by Saerelune   Feb 20, 2020


You said you'd run along,
then you didn't.

Jogging pants lie on your couch
like a lazy apology, heart shrinks
as you watch the world
speeding away from you.

Your resume is a list of panic attacks
and sleepless nights. After seven years
you obtained a master's degree
in the science of self-hatred.

All your essays are sob stories,
and your friends are tired
of proofreading them.

You are a bullet list
that's waiting to kill itself,
one task at a time.

20-02-2020
11:03 PM

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  • 4 months ago

    by sarah shahzad

    You have an incredible mind, Yue. Such beautiful work :) check my to :)

  • 4 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    In a way, I think this is me some days. Sometimes we act or do things that lead us to self destruction. Love the analogy.

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