Idara Ubong, Wayne State University

The previous sentiments swarmed me

Where their voice guided me

Where my fingertips swelled

And their touch spiked my skin

I had the impression that the imbalance was temporary

The fact that it was previously addressed placed him more out of grasp

Despite reassurance it was just a subtle manipulation

A slight relief surfaced since strain on my nerves was lifted

But my next breath was a bubble that was punctured

It was not masking well

My head started to swell and the edges of the room drowned me

Pressure rushed behind my eyes and I turned away for it to subside

You realize that you are invisible to the ones not meant to see you

The possibility of reconciliation is a temptation

It took a few seconds to manually dull my emotions

I just said okay and waited for him to take me home