Poetry

I’m scared when I’m not in love by Sophia Georghiou

I’ve forgotten what to do with my body
when no one is watching.
I think about inviting the man on the sixth floor
to share the skyline with me,
but he doesn’t exist.

I sit crossed legged by the window
and stare out at a dormant city,
a reset video game,
I can’t be bothered to create characters
and make them fall in love.

The streets below hack up
their own heat
as if they are warning us all
to stay inside.


Follow Sophia on Instagram @sophiabella_g and Twitter @SophiaGeorghiou

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