by Lunchbox Editor | Nov 29, 2023
Here is one thing that I’m not I am not the carpet that holds your feet (I am starting to see something Maybe we are one and the same Cut from the same cloth) Maybe I am just as fluent in lies and just as prickly as a sandpaper tongue I run away from...
by Lunchbox Editor | Apr 26, 2023
The walls in my room don’t smell like home: I couldn’t get rid of the smell. It lingered within my sheets. Painted pictures on my walls. Sat on my empty chest and read me stories. It used to keep...
by Lunchbox Editor | Apr 26, 2023
-11.4.2022 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...
by Lunchbox Editor | Apr 26, 2023
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 26, 2023
Keychain 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...
