by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 5, 2024
The Too-Active Mind: Unsaid words, And un-had conversations Chase sleep away Despite my body’s yearns For the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness. I let the conversations play out in my mind, Though it is not enough For the greedy letters strung together...
by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 5, 2024
Why Are You With Me? I’ve left my bruises of last night on the bathroom sink spread along the edge for you to taste. How can you smile at my face? You follow behind me grabbing my waist into the bathroom. I only see your blue eyes in the mirror staring...
by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 5, 2024
The Space In Between Reverie and Ruin I uncovered the sea-foam glass box I buried underneath my dresser that I meant to keep my revered belongings in until I turned fifty. I noticed the glass had a hole in the upper corner so I traced my fingers along the blurry...
by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 5, 2024
Ditch Damn. It’s weird. I’m surprised by this ditch. See it? There’s still space Since the jaws of it Create a yawning chasm Of yearning. Hunger. But it’s starting to Fill for good. I thought I’d miss You. But I miss them The same amount, and It’s all so ...
by Lunchbox Editor | Dec 5, 2024
Debilitating Foe Eyes so wide–they could almost fall out, Rolling down a snowy trail, You pile–turning with such vigor. Your icy soul trembling from head to toe: As you had proposed that the morning’s call Should bring a grounded bean to lips, Sucking its...
