Waiting 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 consciousness. 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.