by Lunchbox Editor | Apr 19, 2023 | Poetry
Key Chain Brain Drain Locked out Closed out, closed off, clothes off Under covers Fighting brothers I’m in my head Sick not dead, quick it’s unsaid Next morning Always mourning It’s silence No guidance, I hear the...
by Lunchbox Editor | Apr 19, 2023 | Poetry
How It’s Made To be conscious is not to be for the benefit of one, but for the benefit of another: a reflection of the way in which I grace this Earth, Our Earth–bequest not for what I am, but for what will be–and you said it best–here I will wash my hands and the...
by Lunchbox Editor | Apr 19, 2023 | Poetry
tears of b minors and guitared heartbreak my ratty hair falls neatly across your pillow and my headache eases i play you in my head on repeat a song- the melodic, encompassing nature of your skin dreams, sigh you know i belong between your sheets...
