Was I supposed to die in the summer?
I kept living.
I grew more joints in my limbs.
I used to live to feel.
I liked to exist
with you.
Was I supposed to leave your hand?
I fell.
It crushed me.
I fell and kept living,
growing more joints and limbs-
was I supposed to survive?
Why did you bring me
to this stupid place?
Why did I keep growing?
What was any of it for?
I thought we had a plan.
I thought we were doing this together.
I thought we were friends forever.
I thought you loved being with me
everywhere we went.
Why did you leave me here
to keep growing,
an unrecognisable creature-
grotesque.
What was it for?
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