Second thoughts.

So here I am bitch-slapped, gobsmacked, disillusioned.

SECOND THOUGHTS BY KELLY DESILET 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 01

so here I am bitch-slapped

gobsmacked, disillusioned

can't react to the sound of

your footsteps, such a mess

all over the place, so in your

face, all over my favorite

dress, staring down myself

like some cowboy in a

movie you make me beg

for you, don't make me beg

for someone you should be

knowing all along drowning

out the song of who I was in

my head before you littered

my bed with your proclamations

expectations so beyond so

above so far below anything

we'd ever know

make it stop

KELLY DESILET

I am constantly at battle trying to determine whether to save the world or be a reclusive artist. I was a quiet child and have always found writing to be my most productive means of expression. I live for the days of lower gas prices when I can drive up the coast to Los Angeles where the streets are dusty and the people are real. I work by day and write at night under the low light of insomnia.