Layers

Onion
You’ve called me
and so I am
I’ll taunt, and I’ll try
to go and make you cry
and send your life awry
but don’t stop and ask why—
you said the words; isn’t this why?

©Anastasia 2016

Depressed

What’s it like to be depressed?
I think to myself:
What a stupid question.
It’s like a bird asking a fish:
What is it like to fly?
Or a man asking a ghost:
What’s it like to die?
How would one know
If it’s never been tried?
You can ask, you can ask
But you’ll never know why
You can listen, sure
If I were to try
But only with your ears
Your heart and your soul
Aren’t quite able to hear
The answer is elusive
The question unfair
How can you ask me to explain
When you’ve never, ever
Once gone over there?
This isn’t a fairytale
You can’t come along
There are no guides
The maps are all wrong
So don’t pat my knee
And tell me to be strong
You’re not in my head
But this is where I belong

©Anastasia 2016

No

I’m not here at this bar for you
If I wanted a man
I know what to do
You’re a grown ass man
Your act just isn’t cute
You come off like a dick
Plainly: a tool
Go fuck yourself off
You look like a fool
I don’t want your drinks
And I do not want you

©Anastasia 2016

Vacancy

The mug has emptied
The cupboard is bare
The pantry is vacant
Like no one ever lived there
The shelves are dusty
The closets are locked
The bed frame is missing
But no one is shocked
The walls are yellow
The pool is now dry
The driveway is cracked
As though no one stops by
The lights are off
The sofa is broken
The drapes are rendered
But wave about like a token
The windows are frosty
The shrubs have all died
The roof is leaking
Because no one ever stops by

©Anastasia 2016