Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

tea & coffee

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
there isn’t enough coffee
in this pot anymore
and I’ve searched all the empty spaces in me
but I’m still not quite sure

where all this tired came from
all I do is dream of running
pulse in my ears like a silent drum
while I sit, still, stirring

cold tea in a ceramic mug
not feeling the scrape
tarnished spoons and my pale pink lungs that tug
at the metallic tape


you used
to try, to save me.



Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback