Prompt

"I found the strangest thing in my pocket."

i found the strangest thing
hiding in my pocket
that ate my spare change
and my mother's brass locket
i found a small monster
quietly lurking in there
instead of my keys
when i stuck my hand in its lair
it didn't try to bite me
but it stole the ring from my hand
making this clear:
it had claimed the land
my pocket, i mourn you
you're the first thing it stole
this monster in my pocket
this monster: a hole

-Emily

Orbit

sometimes
i think that i'm
like the sun
if i couldn't be me

then i would be                                                      i think that i'm

a large ball of gas                                                   like the moon
stranded in space                                                   if i couldn't be me
too large                                                                then i would be
and too powerful                                                   a large ball of rock
to be extinguished                                                  forever reaching
to be ignored                                                         for a point
and everything that                                                 in the distance
comes to close                                                      that i will never reach
dares to approach                                                  no matter how hard i try
hopes too hard                                                      and every time that i
would catch fire                                                     forget my pain

and burn                                                                  forgive my flaws

and there i would be                                                and try again
all alone                                                                    i quickly learn
                                                                                 that i am forever

a captive of stasis
because i love

-Emily

Letters of a Psychopath Part Three

That's what they say, isn't it?

“One man's trash is another man's treasure.” Or some bullshit like that.

But that's all it is.

Bullshit.

Trash is trash.

One man's trash is another man's trash.

I was trash to the faceless people.

So I am trash to everyone else, right?

Letters of a Psychopath Part Two

I kept you with me. The whole time, you were by my side. In my hand, wherever I needed you to be. You were a steady companion, keeping away the fear those nasty people brought me with their sharp silver sticks and cold circles they touched me with all over and you knew I didn't like it so you'd hold my hand and let me squeeze you as hard as I wanted. You were always there for me when I needed you.