Cats demand cuddles
A clean page soaked wasted words written in piss yellow ink.
The music falls on deaf ears
Unread unopened books will let me down – or will it be my imagination?
I glance around the room of despair comfortably numb for three hours until a child smiles for her mom’s unfounded fears.
it won’t hurt much
scrub off the scent of his odour
bleach the bath with your morning shit
love costs more heartache.