Faded trees
and foggy hills
of misty blue
and morning pills
and pastel soap
in a broken bowl
my splattered mirror
who eats my soul
an empty fridge
a broken lamp
moldy, mildew,
Northwestern damp
wrists against
my seam-ripped sleeve
this is what it's
like to grieve.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
Faded trees
and foggy hills
of misty blue
and morning pills
and pastel soap
in a broken bowl
my splattered mirror
who eats my soul
an empty fridge
a broken lamp
moldy, mildew,
Northwestern damp
wrists against
my seam-ripped sleeve
this is what it's
like to grieve.