He’s taking phone calls
Then running back to me
His rules, his protocols
But don’t have a skeleton key
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
WARNING BIG MOUTH BELOW
I’m sick of being quarantined. I’m sick of dying. I’m sick of the VA murdering me.
I’m crawling through hell to stay alive
Not getting phone calls. Don’t know his Twitter. But he need me to know he’s hot and after.
I would be hurting less with his cuddles. But nooo zombieeeeee
And he wanna punish me for getting stuck
At least John Jones’s brother said “I’m not mad at you for getting stuck” and he never saw him again after that
My sister died and went to hell with me mad at her
I’m still mad!!!!
I need to escape the Matrix. I don’t wanna vote. I need a small field. To grow things or die.
I do have a bunch of doctors appointments coming up, I fucking hate the Hitler deathcamp I’m trapped in
I don’t know how to escape the regime
Without leaping into the singularity
I would like to die in his arms. Just him.
The Devil is coming after me hard
So turns out he had trouble messaging too
Which means he didn’t block me
And all those other thoughts that followed after were untrue
“He was bored”
“He didn’t like the topic”
“He wanted to punish me”
WHAT DIDN’T I THINK UP
I don’t know anymore if people are being emo or if it’s the algorithm
I JUST DON’T KNOW
I absolutely did not block him from communicating tho – and he was blocked for like five minutes on my fucking phone
And he knows why
HE SHOULD NOT HAVE TOLD ME ABOUT HIS TWITTER
Don’t even need to say it
He wants me to know about the life he’s living that I’m not allowed to know about
I should probably cut my dead ends off but fuck it I’m almost dead
And I like looking like a mermaid