They all won’t be sad, promise.
And for those of you who have already read this one, apologies for the repeat. It’s just, I took the first bite of my apple…
Mushy apples, wet peanut butter, cigarette smoke.
Plastic straws, caged animals, tree stumps.
Distended bellies, oppressed souls, false hope.
Hiccups, parking tickets, splintered wood.
Sirens, screeching brakes, raised fists.
Apathy, the sound of pain, someday I should.
You deserve the best, cold feet, flights home.
Bad timing, broken promises, empty words.
Twilight, sleeping alone…waking up alone.
* Cover illustration by Ashley Bowersox