I am the sound of rattling pill bottles.
I am the emptying of your bank account.
I am a million unused memberships.
I am broken bottles scattered across a playground on the nice side of town.
I am every missed call you had that year.
I am a bad song every station overplays.
I am the most noticeable bald patch on your scalp.
I am the ring on your left hand that you twist whenever you tell lies. I am the name drop that sinks your stomach.
I am an alarm that no one wakes up for.
I am the loneliness that hits you at the same time every night.
I am the poem you forced yourself to write.
Demi Mclatchie (c)