Pulled tooth, quick fix

Her reaction 

to not being held as tightly as she wanted

Was to pull her threads like loose teeth

To wrap them under her pillow and hope they’d transform as she slept

But then she didn’t dare lift the pillow 

She didn’t even make the bed

She didn’t even go home

She just left

And kept moving 

Trying to convince herself 

She was running right where she wanted

Doing it all on her own accord

Doing it until someone would come along

Curious enough to run after her 

To run after her long enough 

To force her to slow down

To look, to look back, to look in, catch her gaze 

Force her to want to stick around 

But who wants the chase?

It is tiring

And when you’re moving like this  

All anyone sees is a blur

A blur slips by, it is forgettable, missed

It only lasts so long

It is just a quick fix