“my face shows it rough, the thoughts are enough; I write to not bluff what my head makes up.” This is my POETRY book so it’s not an actual story but they’re the poems I write from time to time. Hope you Enjoy :)
A greasy wet rag,
Wipes 90% of this plastic smile.
A group of wincing, chirpy voices,
And begrudging grunts.
No common knowledge,
Just forced labor and angry dishes.
It hurts; my spine.
They hurt; my feet.
All for those crumbled numbers,
For those simple smiles.
The step on the crusty mat,
To create the wonderful smack.
The creak of a door, I look.
Neck cocked, a breath of relief.
Those two bundles are all I need.