The Endless Exhale

Kris Robbins, Writer

Breathe in.

He never loved
He never cared
He only looked when others stared
Starry eyes in blackened skies
Square screens are safe to confine
Only a sip, not to satisfy
A cut for a smile is no exception
See the pain in her expression
All that’s left is an empty shell
Had to put her real self on the shelf

Breathe out.

Her soul is an experiment with no catalyst
A force of nature with no establishment
Brought forth by those without name
She only knows them by the tears in the windowpane.