i haven't
found my voice
just yet.
it has been lost
for a decade now
and i haven't been
feeling well
lately
so pardon me
once i become hazy
or my words
run like knives
ever so slowly
i am only
protecting
my skin
because lately
it has been wearing so thinthe water
from these lids
are running dry now
but everything
still feels heavy
somehow(p a t h e t i c, self. you are.)
YOU ARE READING
coffee stains
Poetrythe cracks on this cup still remains, its stains still unwashed.