It was all very nice, but I don't feel at home here.
There are imprints of leather on couches,
Stripes and patterns pressed into skin.
Warmth wafts through screen doors,
That blur the outside and let everything in.
Feet jutting upward, knees bent back,
Fish limbs flopping on couches and patterns.
They look like waves but go nowhere,
Jaw drooping in slow breaths,
Eyes glazed over and staring into leather,
Another animal seperated from its flesh.
There is no home for this couch.
There is no comfort for this fish.
-Tiff.
How silly and ridiculous. I need to start falling asleep before the dark settles in and I have time to think and sink and wonder about everything I cannot have the answers to.
Stripes and patterns pressed into skin.
Warmth wafts through screen doors,
That blur the outside and let everything in.
Feet jutting upward, knees bent back,
Fish limbs flopping on couches and patterns.
They look like waves but go nowhere,
Jaw drooping in slow breaths,
Eyes glazed over and staring into leather,
Another animal seperated from its flesh.
There is no home for this couch.
There is no comfort for this fish.
-Tiff.
How silly and ridiculous. I need to start falling asleep before the dark settles in and I have time to think and sink and wonder about everything I cannot have the answers to.