Patient

"Maybe you know, excuse me-"
He's mumbling again.
He doesn't know it, but nobody notices when he thinks he's getting attention.
"I've been wondering, see-"
And you've zoned out.
His little voice barely humming his words out.
Drooping tone like a sedative, masking his venom.
Looping stutter, repetitive; tone like a sedative, masking his venom his words getting-
"Wait, I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I must have just missed what you said."
And then he's back to droning on about his lonliness, one of those borderline obsessions.
And empathy has its limits.
Drooping expression. Drooling exterior dripping with negativity and anger.

It's just enough.

Drooping depression the sedative.
Apathy masking obsessions.
Empathy coursing through his veins as if he drools the toxin and-
"Jesus. I'm sorry. What was that? I must have just missed what you said."

"I just," he mumbles, "I'll just take that to go. Thank you for your time. Try not to die."

And he wanders off.





Poetry by Phill
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Written on 2018-07-16 at 13:58

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