monday

catefrances

she watches as they gather in clumps
drawn together like magnetised filings
aloof she listens
she has no stories
and no one to tell them to anyway
a cacophany of disembodied voices
rise above it all smothering her
they all bleed into each other
a singular, indiscernible
she doesnt know the people in the stories
she doesnt know the people tellling them
she doesnt even know herself anymore
she wonders if she even has one
she no longer cares
she doesnt want to be a part of this world
of a world that doesnt know her
that she doesnt know
she is lost
disorientated somewhere not of her own choosing
she wonders...
... and not for the first time
why she stays
she feels the tension hug her
her eyes fill with tears
and her heart stops beating momentarily
she gasps, her skin on fire
the voice tells her
run get out just go
youre not needed here
the time for belonging has gone
and she is no longer welcome