I’m A User; I Admit It
written by: Cailey Tarriane
@caileytarriane
they say, hold on to unsturdy rock, and
a boat will hit
you break, and crash,
but the boat
stays afloat,
you sink,
they don’t.
they say, the harder you hold, to none more than one
unsturdy support,
you grip,
fingernails purple
they add, once gripping reaps blood to the ragged bitten lip,
your claws
will show,
scratch the surface,
for support
you need them;
they don’t.
they, the voices within the words
I take in that much,
understand this plenty, that
I’m a user,
a traitor,
a whistler,
with a hidden high note,
a husky three octaves low,
i ask them to involve me, teach me to sing three octaves down
when i can sing low,
they help me
when they sing high,
I don’t.
Cailey Tarriane is an avid writer and poet with short works published in Spillwords Press, Green Ink Poetry, Birdhouse Lit, and Scribes Micro Fiction, among others. She has written over five novels and can be found frequently scribbling about her beloved pets.
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