iTired

i keep riding the bike
with the slow steady leak

simple math

+



= 2+ [2-1]

the door explodes
with a crunch of
bone hitting wood

impatient knob twists
jerk my nerves;
basic human need insists
i unlock myself
and rejoin
my single cup
of cooling coffee

("are you using this chair?")

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stupid lonely girl
won't leave the bathroom

i think i just need
a place where I can to retreat to

and not to hide