pomegranate tears and deep dark fears

iced coffee // dish towel

Iced Coffee

This coffee, bitter

Like my winter breathe

Is watered down

Cause I want to drown

In this brown, bittersweet

Memory

Like a chocolate frappe

Sugary

But it rots me

Internally

And the vanilla caffeine boost

It does nothing to my dark roasted

Large size

Bagged eyes

It does nothing to me or my

Lethargy

Dish Towel

Trying to mop

Myself up off of

The floor and

Out of the door

But I just feel sore

And my blood is

All over, and under

A screaming blunder

That screams like thunder

Because I can't clean these dishes

Can't think

Of wishes to make

Just only of my mistakes

That I try to wipe away

But their stains still stay in

My mind and my bowels

And forever on my dish towels