grey, gloomy shadows transpire
from the pale beaded window
cold, slushy drops rap the glass
I undo the laces to my shoes
and tumble onto the ground
hard, bronze wooden floors
gleaming silently, like
petals of moon unfold
I hear my lungs rushing
exhausted climbing to the
apartment floor,
shoulders strained from
balancing my bag
a wallet of nonexistent cash
makeup probably smudged
lipstick faded, my muscles begin to sag
I wish to fade, so very gently
just to forget about my stress
to bury my anxiety permanently