#ff
nail my coffin shut with corroding roses of a valentine pink rust
compress the woodboards until i comprehend that oak and fine birch are the smell of suffocation
crunch me into a cube as an awaiting student crushes his returned test with more errors on it than a 1950s military map of a recently constructed city
cuff me up in this coffin
I've been living in it ever since this office cubical has been my slowly disintegrating temple of economical sustainability
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
i couldn't stop staring as the coffee dripped from her lips
she hooked her thumbs under her belt loops, resting her palms on her hips
i admired the curls that fell atop her forehead,
feeling the glowing sensation as my cheeks burned red
her name was sweet, like chocolate on my tongue
and the only thing i could compare her to was our everlasting sun
-PJM
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC