Shattered window masked by a tattered trash bag
Shards of glass on the seat
Been broke down for a while now
Been broke for even longer
The apartment is the same
Dirty dishes hide behind empty beer cans
Dust bunnies hop in the afternoon breeeze
Amidst it all, you sleep
A snore escapes your lips
I silently scream,
Mouth open. Mute.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
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