They can't be seen,
Those little invisible faces
Staring sadly out
Into yours. But every apple
Core, toothbrush, and
Glass of milk is
Staring back, waiting
For that moment
When you
Detach yourself
From it.
Like an exhausted love,
It waits for you
To toss it
Into the bin, so
It can be with its brothers again.
They can all stare together now,
Stare at you.
Each beady black eye
Like a crow's, unblinking
And poisoned.
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This is beautiful. And I'm envious. Whenever I try to write poetry, it comes out like this: dkjlfdwe;jfrewjfdnfdwfewfkewfew.
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Thank you very much!
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