Counting to Eleven

Counting to Eleven,

a short poem by Haley Monday.


I let out a stifled sob.

Next to the garbage can,

I let tears fall.

Holding my hand over my mouth.

I try to keep it quiet.

Both my feet on the ground,

But my thoughts seem to be in the sky.

Replaying events like a montage,

I feel a black hole in my chest.

My heart hurts as if acid had been poured in it.

Wanting to blend into the darkness,

I huddled to the shadows.

Wanting to collapse,

But instead I count

To eleven,

And go back inside.

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