Voices of the Unheard

Coffee etiquette

Coffee etiquette..

If only this high could last forever than maybe I wouldn't have to return to the reality I detest so...

The absences of my mother and the weight only a sibling and I carry.

How backwards everything can be...

Sipping on warmth just a bit more for a buck fifty..

In hopes that maybe this coffee shop could be my new home.

Sophisticated stares molesting lab top screens and newspaper articles.

While I sip from a Styrofoam cup mishandling my broken screen with glass spewing particles..

Cheap insulation amongst doves and sparrows...

While I pierce my sides with arrows.

Hoping to modify my antibodies.

For maybe if my genetic make-up was like everybody.

Then maybe just then...

I wouldn't be such a nobody.

-Mello