SHELBY PASCIULLO

getting groped by the ice cold air like a guy with shit for brains
i just wanted to see the sun before the time runs out
staring at walls that talk to you if you let it
it’s just the fan humming sweet lullabies
you never truly felt anything
do you think your bones are blue too?

“starting at the wall has serious value.”
cover them in pink, black, or blue
cover them in finger paint and whatever’s new.
stare at the complete void
stare at your entire life
stare at something really worth nothing
now stop looking in the mirror.

we believe we remember, but we live to forget
i can feel the end in red burning flame
a memory hidden in falling water
and the sound it makes.

flicking tv channels with too many remotes
liquor closet hide out
mindless white windows
pour black gold
refill coffee pot, refill coffee pot
take your number
how are you today?
the water pipes were frozen this morning
just like the blood in my veins.