Is it Just Me?

DOWN TO THE LAST SPLINTER OF MY TOOTHPICK I FLICK MY TONGUE AGAINST THE DECORATIVE END, NOT THE BUSINESS END. THE SIDE THAT LOOKS LIKE A BANISTER. OR IS IT THE SPINDLE CONNECTING THE RAIL TO THE FLOORBOARD? I LOOKED OVER THE EDGE ANYWAY, AND SPIT THE WOOD ONTO THE RUG, A STORY BELOW. KNOCKED MY KNUCKLES AGAINST THE EDGE OF THE TASTEFULLY STAINED OAK. SWALLOWED THAT LAST BIT OF TEA TREE OIL STUCK IN THE BACK OF MY THROAT. A SINGLE OTHER SOUL HUNG AROUND IN THAT HOUSE. WAS SHE ASLEEP NOW, OR WOULD SHE WAIT TO HEAR MY ENGINE SPIT DOWN THE DRIVE? I FELT THE SILENT JUDGEMENT OF A HALF EMPTY CAN OF DIET COKE AS I WALKED BY. DOING MY BEST TO NAVIGATE IN LOW LIGHT. THOUGH I FOUND MYSELF PLEASANTLY ENCHANTED BY THE ELECTRONIC TIMER TEA LIGHTS. THEIR MANUFACTURED LIGHT. LED HARSH, SEEMED TO MUTE NICELY AGAINST THE SETTLED WALLS. A SHADOW CAUGHT MY EYE, AND THEN IT BRUSHED PAST ME. I LET IT TAKE CORNER FIRST. I’M SO CLOSE TO YOU. I CAN HEAR THE ACID BREAK DOWN THE APPLE SKIN IN YOUR STOMACH. I’M SO CLOSE TO YOU, I CAN TASTE THE TOOTHPASTE ON THE BACK OF YOUR MOLARS, AND I WISH YOU’D CHANGE BRANDS TO SOMETHING A LITTLE NICER. IS IT JUST ME? TELEPHONE TELEPHONE CAN’T PICK UP ’TIL YOU’RE ALONE CALL ME BACK CALL ME ME NOW EVERY SINGLE LINE IS DOWN RING RING SING SING BREATHE BREATHE SLEEP SLEEP DON’T KEEP ME WAITING OR SPEAK OPAQUELY