Ignored. Ignored for screens.
Feel the tears, hot and wet, down the cheek, the chin, the slope of the neck.
Outside. Dusk. Sapphire skies, plumes of grey clouds. Kick the bag of cans. Like music.
Grab the beer.
Slam the door. Scream. Drive. Scream more. No one can hear.
Light the cigarette, open the beer. Feel the panic. Feel the panic anyway.
There’s a pounding in the skull. An ache in the legs. Muscles feel weak.
Feel the loss of self.