Written by Emma Breckwoldt
Illustrated by Laura Gonima
"Hearing a car coming down the street And rushing to the window, my heart pounding To no one"
Follow us: @PRICKLY_MAGAZINE on Instagram
I put a line through my sevens’
like you did.
My Spotify top artist was Harry Styles
because you always had him in the car.
I haven’t had an onion in three years
because you were allergic (are you still?)
I never stepped on sidewalk cracks
because you would rather jump in the street than risk it.
Somewhere along the way,
You decided we were headed nowhere.
You got in your 2012 Honda Pilot.
I waited for you on our front porch all night,
in the swing we used to share.
You are in California now, I’ve heard.
The state you used to complain about,
Saying it was too full of itself to be cool (is it still?).
You and I might not have been happily ever after,
but we were happy where we were.
You peeled back my layers and filled in the gaps.
Our individual lives faded away, leaving us as one.
We had our ups and downs,
but I thought we agreed to persevere.
I didn’t know where we were headed,
but I thought we would find it together.
After you left, I was a shadow of my old self.
Eating all my dinners alone,
Playing Fine Line on the vinyl you got me
Sitting on the floor and listening to the words we used to share.
Hearing a car coming down the street
And rushing to the window, my heart pounding
To no one.
I went to the store and bought an onion yesterday.
I peeled off the outer layers
And put them in the trash.
I cried while cutting it.
Then, I put it still raw into my dinner.
It tasted like shit.
But today, I bought another one.
I chopped it up so small
That all the layers became one.
Then I cooked it and
Ate the whole thing.
Commenti