…my interaction with miscommunication…

Suddenly I have silence thrust upon me,

Weary glances

Still, I feel unseen

I am light as a floating ghost spirit

I try to look, watch them

From the periphery of my—

Our eyes interlock

Breakaway;

I sense fission

This newly birthed energy weighs on me

It’s as if I am Atlas

The sky weighs upon me

Tension making my skin bubble

Pain claws into me

But alas,

We both hide our hearts

Shletering behind our logic

Leaving things static.

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