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dog pillow Oct 2019
The musty smell fills my nostrils and I am

Frustrated.

Lines don’t go where they belong and the paint won’t dry.

I love the brush like I love the paint.
Solemnly and with respect.

Smoothness rounds my movements
Shakiness fills my hands.

I want to feel how the oil feels
Powerful; purposeful.

But what remains of me is the canvas.
Blank and achingly abismal.
dog pillow Oct 2019
It’s endless summer
Fall won’t continue the trend
Come winter he weeps
dog pillow Oct 2019
When I was 12, you saved me from the bees
That left my legs swollen, bites around my knees

The hose that held the nest was green
And you were tired

Ice cubes and baking soda
The venom can seep out now

But still, I grieve
Venom gone

Loss fills the stings.

Drained from my body
I ache for your laugh
And hairy kisses on my head from your mustache


I named a star for you.
To this day, it shines

I wish you could see it.
dog pillow Oct 2019
I am spoiled like curdled milk
Expiration
Desperation
Lost and cold in the fridge
When the light is off, and no one opens it

Consume me
Sickness follows
Sticky and embarrassing, I slide through
The cap is caked on
The fill, is

Half full
Half empty
A ritual of being forgotten

I am the mold in your fridge
The sickness in your stomach
And when you buy more
I’ll be gone

— The End —