I am too proud to ask you
what’s wrong.
So I shrug my shoulders and say
you “need space.”

I wait patiently for an apology
that will never come —
one that I never asked for
or told you why it was necessary

I am alone
a light in a vast, black sea
calling souls home
while unaware of the choppy waves
or rocky shores underneath me

I call to those lost to me
but beneath, I’m the reason they slip away.


Feminist, activist, writer, and horror movie aficionada. She’s currently trying to lose her Virginia drawl in NYC. Tweets nice things @JenikaMc