WAITING, Benjamin White

by Benjamin White

You’re a flash of memory, an electric current
ripping through my brain.

You're a dull ache in my chest, spreading
through my bones, making me shiver.

Your hatred of me, severing my limbs, is
a truth I cannot fathom, let alone bear.

Your fist grasping my beating heart makes
me gasp as the blood spurts out.

I have ripened, verging on decay, waiting for the day.
Just sitting, perched on the edge of your

Waiting for the day you remember me.

Benjamin White is a poet, writer, and artist. He enjoys making art that helps break down the stigmas of those with mental illness. He is currently editing a novel he wrote. Benjamin believes in Buddhism and shares a one bedroom apartment with his dog, two betta fish, and 35 houseplants.

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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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