Friendless fear

Nobody likes me. And so a panic attack is drummed up from this insistent worry, enveloped in fear, that I have no friends. I make lists. These names of every person I consider a friend. Categorized in outlines, all my life’s connections stack like a tiered cake frosted in gaslit fear. With years of collegiate practice, my…

Only temporary

And then it was over She was right In yesterday’s gingham The dried iridescence of sadness upon my sleeves Only temporary It wasn’t forever.   by Clementine Yost ©