Coco

Rain patters down on doorsteps 

Houses, roofs and windows

Every where it clatters down 

Diminishing the rainbows 

Houses moan and creek 

Groaning with agony 

Sidewalks take the pain

It feels like drowning in expectations while trying to convince the world I can swim. 

I’m always performing.  

The pressure is suffocating. 

I've been thinking recently a lot about my time on screens, and how it seems like I can't escape my phone and other technology.

It lives in cupped hands

Around sorry ears,

Behind closed mouths shut up tight,

A wrench in the steel factory gears.

A hidden prism refracting light,

Shining through the cracks in firmly pressed fingers.