Social Distancing Online

From a Tweet

‪What does that look like online?‬

‪Mute.‬
‪Block.‬
‪Unfollow.‬
‪Follow with a promise then unfollow.‬

‪A silent DM.‬

‪A plethora of likes for you to notice?‬
‪@ followed by a beg ‘please, follow me!’‬

‪#SincerlyYoursStan ‬

‪PS: I get you!‬

Disconnection

I know no one famous.

I piggyback on my own back.

I’ve never taken anything offered. Actually, all that you provided was fake.

When did your words come into fruition?

I’ve never sat at a free desk and completed a piece.

You lied then.

You lie now.

Please leave a message at the tone.

I Want You

I want you to picture me overeating and gaining weight rapidly.

I want you to imagine I Smell like bullshit and I don’t try to mask it with pleasantries.

Dream about my life, a life of wasted potential. I am wallowing in a bottomless pit of sadness.

I want you to wish hard that I’m crying and my heart pines for yours.

I want you to believe your actions were inconsequential, but spot on.

Attention

Up! Two, three, four – Where the fuck is your girlfriend?

Why do your tears clog my drains?

What happened this time?

Where did you say you were again? Ah! Yes, you were floating away on cloud 9.

Bitch better get off my back.

Release my fucking hope! Stop clinging onto to me like the worthless piece of fucking shit you are.

One! Two, three four – Where the fuck is your lifeline?

Fall off my fucking boat! – Stop shouting for help and crying for the Captain.

Up! Two, three, four – Unique is not here no more.

Five, six, seven, eight – Unique is strong, and Crow is great.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve – Crow made me happy, and I no longer dwell.

Mason Knows

He saw who lit a match between their beak while standing near your soundproof walls.

I sort of spoke. But then wondered why? You wouldn’t have heard me anyway.

I remember someone saying, ‘the night is young.’

We all remember it lasted for days.

About Earlier

📸: Taken by Crow

About Earlier

I went for a run.

Crow stayed near our home.

I went for a scan and was asked to return next week. Apparently, my bladder was not full.

I walked, and I walked, embracing the quieter roads and sounds of nature.

I bought mushrooms, broccoli, onions and rice.

I returned home and baked a banana loaf.

I sniffed the tulips, that rest upon the coffee table. I hate coffee.

Crow snuggled up in the corner of the window, the sunlight making his sapphire blue eyes sparkle like the crystals next to him.

We’re both introverts.

We’re both thriving.

We’re both happy.

Tomorrow, I will continue to read The Dolls Alphabet, and Crow will interrupt every three minutes. I like number three.

Now we sleep.

Rat

I hate em’ I hate em’ all.

I’m not your Therapist.

I’m not your mole.

I hate the fact that you drag on my fuckin’ tits!

Fuck off.

Leave me the fuck alone.

I love your hairy belly, but I fuckin’ hate you.

I want you out of my head.

Out of my phone!

My life.

Think twice; think twice.