Futuristic Us

I haven’t even

Left the bed

And already, my limbs and lids

Are heavy again

I think I could shut myself down

Thinking to myself

About dealing with your ghost

Again today

Maybe that would be best

I can live in my dreams

For in my sleep

You’re mine to keep

The only time when you are

I try not to let

Your tired heart collapse

Into mine

Even though

I feel it happening

Our blood colliding, veins merging

Into one blackened hull

Trading one pair

Of blue eyes for another

A stormy ocean morphs

Into a calmer sea

Thoughts of you keeping me

From jumping ship

Amidst all the brick

And the plants

And the birds

I hide all of my words

I don’t know what to say

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Sophie Artz is a 19 year old art student near Boston. She loves to make photo and video art, write poetry, and laugh at her misfortunes before turning them into glitter. You can find her on Instagram @onmelancholyhill where she posts a lot of great dog pics.