- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Let Me Go
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LET ME GO
By Heather Killough-Walden
On the verge of crying.
Head hurts.
Hair is destroyed; cracking, knotted up rubber.
Nail just broke.
Jeans don’t fit.
Car is a mess.
Need gas, too.
Story is due, but I’m lost in my head.
Can’t write.
What would I say?
I don’t want this world anymore.
I’m tired of mornings and the sun
And of nights and their dogs
And of cars and roads and people
And food
And reality
Such mind-numbing reality.
Where is my Kaname Kuran? Where is my Dracula?
My vein-piercing pain
And blood sucking bliss
Of escape?
I want to be the one – the one that he wants and he wants and he wants too.
I want to be the chosen
The special
The angel
The dormant
The latent queen
The soul mate
That turns his head and heart and hand
In some other place
That isn’t this one
Because this one
Sucks.
And not in a good way.
