Elle (theroadtoelle) wrote,
Elle
theroadtoelle

My Chirpy, Chatty Invalid

Constant chatter,
like a radio left on talkback,
tuned out
to a constant white noise hum.

Nod and smile.

The pitch changes,
catching my attention.
I smile at the laughter in her eyes
and the grin on her face,
and she thinks I was listening.

Doctor's eyes glaze over
as the story tumbles out,
winding back on itself
like whipped cream
folded into a chocolate mousse.
So sweet.

Nothing wrong with her,
obviously.
No one thinks to look
beneath the surface.
Tags: caitie, poems, poetry
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