Stillborn Life

[johnnyruin]

a white cherry
(sitting)
on the glass coffee table
level with my eyes
neither of us moving
one of us is watching
while the other is waiting
and we're not exactly sure
which
is doing
which
i think she
(a girl cherry, i checked)
is watching me and i am
waiting for her to do
something
whatever it is that
white cherries do
or female ones,
at any rate
i'm not sure how long
we've been sitting here
but this (white) cherry
is showing no signs of tiring
unless of course, she's asleep
in which case I could be waiting
for a very long time, dependent
on the sleep cycle of
(female) white cherries
this room is getting darker
and all of this built up nothing
finds its way inside of me
makes it hard to focus
on my little friend
i can feel myself drifting
and before i fall off
into nowhere i whisper
"you win this round,
but there will be others,
white cherry,
yes, there will be others"