earlier that day, a
close friend stopped by
and helped decorate
her apartment. they
cleaned the mess in
her room together.
the coffee-stained
rug and the taped up
swivel chair were the
first to go.
they piled the heaps
of empty coffee cups
and energy drinks into
three different trash bags.
the smell of hopelessness
and despair sifted around
the mountains of trash and
broken dreams.
now, the coffee cups and
energy drinks began to
line back up again, like
soldiers going into battle,
or lilies and roses standing
tall and posing for visitors,
or just posing for her.
the bags got heavier
under her eyes, and the
weight of the world sat,
a little whiles away. it
got closer ever so slowly,
but that ever looming stress
didn't bother her, nor the
desks now covered in scrap
paper, hopes, and dreams.
YOU ARE READING
2:00 AM
Poesiein which a girl starts at 2:00 AM and finally finishes at 2:00 AM _________ (lowercase intended) started; july 4, 2017 (at 2 AM, i might add) finished; january 2, 2021
