Tell me, my dear
Do you really hate me?
Or are you just mad that
I opened the Pandora's
Box inside your head?

You were coffee cups and dark rooms,
Grey hues and poetry.

You were warm to the touch,
Burned like oak and green ivy

You were sweet like warm jazz,
Taste like soap and old candy

All the love you had left
Came from deep down inside me.

-Melanie Munoz

Drown your heart
In sea of salt,
Then ice it till
Its freezing cold

Wear a necklace
of your grief,
Strangling hard till
You can't speak

Drain your eyes
In a sack of rice,
Don't let moisture
Escape its cries

Fill your stomach
With emptiness,
An appetite
Of nothingness

Keep it up
You're almost there,
Your date with death
Is oh so near