The cup of coffee sits still on the table
the dark liquid boiling, bubbling
the steam suffocating; filling my lungs.
My hand around its neck;
my nose inhaling the toxicity.
my mouth falling from the sky;
drowning in the ocean.
Dark liquid surrounds my mind;
i have lost it.
My fingers grazing the magma,
an unfazed gaze on the wall
where the sun twirls.
Slowly sinking in the ground,
a late morning; early afternoon.
The cup of coffee sits still on the table
the light liquid freezing, static
the steam condensed; watered-down foam.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
The cup of coffee sits still on the table
the dark liquid boiling, bubbling
the steam suffocating; filling my lungs.
My hand around its neck;
my nose inhaling the toxicity.
my mouth falling from the sky;
drowning in the ocean.
Dark liquid surrounds my mind;
i have lost it.
My fingers grazing the magma,
an unfazed gaze on the wall
where the sun twirls.
Slowly sinking in the ground,
a late morning; early afternoon.
The cup of coffee sits still on the table
the light liquid freezing, static
the steam condensed; watered-down foam.
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