my sadness lives where i live.
it stews in the nook,
watching with tired eyes.
it's claws sink into the
hard wood floors of the kitchen
as i methodically wash dishes.
my blistered feet tapping to the soft music playing from the other room,
the sound of laughing mixing with the
melody.
it whispers in my ear,
"aren't you tired?"
"don't you just want it all to end?"
"don't you want to lay
and grow mold?"
the yellow glow of the lights above shine down,
like candles on window panes.
i smile.
shake my head.
breathe out a soft laugh.
"maybe later, i've got company over."
-m.r
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