Apathy, Won

For the strong ones — on their stay-in-bed days. © Gabrielle Munslow 2025. All rights reserved. I think I’d just like to be — No noise in my head. The TV on standby. Radio not transmitting. The dog forgetting his bark. The tears unshed. Just leave me in bed. My whole psyche ashes away, aching from absorbing prophetic punches. I changed the trajectory of my life — now I need to be achingly numb. No words. No prayers. No petty arguments or poetry. Just me. Hair like a banshee, mascara matching my disillusionment. I wear my apathy like a medal — nauseatingly won. Let the world knock, let the day stretch open. I won’t rise. I’ve already fought too many mornings. But don’t mistake my silence for defeat — I am not broken. I’m just choosing not to speak while I sharpen my teeth.