too many black suitcases
in this world.
mine gapes,
guts spilling, insolent in an otherwise
check out ready room (bed abandoned,
two coffee mugs dripping
dry).
"so you'll just zip this life
closed..." it leers,
haemorrhaging treasures
gently offered, and *****
laundry, "...will you?"
this page, this pencil, will not
fit; must I leave you, too, behind?
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 3:55 AM UTC
too many black suitcases
in this world.
mine gapes,
guts spilling, insolent in an otherwise
check out ready room (bed abandoned,
two coffee mugs dripping
dry).
"so you'll just zip this life
closed..." it leers,
haemorrhaging treasures
gently offered, and *****
laundry, "...will you?"
this page, this pencil, will not
fit; must I leave you, too, behind?
