Where They Hide the Bodies

I don’t know, people. Sometimes these things just ooze out of me. Don’t let it worry you. In the words of Bridget Jones, “It’s just a diary” but in this case it’s just a poem.

I’ve got nothing
But words
And words aren’t enough
For me now

I’m so tired and
I can’t find the door
I think I’ll just
Lie down

If I do
Will anyone notice
Will the sky change
Will you

I find it hard
to find the meaning
In the rubble
Beneath the stairs

Where they hide
The bodies
They always hide
The bodies

I’m losing me
I can feel her
Sliding out from
Underneath

My heart dissolving
Like sugar in the rain
Invisible, all the sweetness
Disappearing

And I won’t feel
The cold now
Or anything at all
Really

And I think maybe
That’s a good thing
To unfeel all the
Feelings

And forget about
The bodies
Like they forgot
About me

©️ Nichole Liza Q.