While you eat breakfast,
I think about killing myself.

We walk until my legs give
out, but still I find no peace.

You say, “I didn’t know if
you wanted space,” but

that’s all we have anymore.

You accidentally touch me
and cringe as if burned. I

wonder if you even know
what that does to me, if

you even realize how alone
I feel even when you’re

in the same room as me.

I used to think I knew
what you were thinking,

used to be able to guess
the next words coming out

of your mouth before you
said them. Now I wonder

if I even know you at all.

–

Brittany Franclemont graduated from Stephen F. Austin State University with a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. She has previously been published in Anti-Heroin Chic, Stripes, Uproar, Hedge Apple Magazine, and Gnashing Teeth Publishing. She can be found on both Instagram and Twitter @franclemontb.