Piano girl

Dark and hollow, She presses keys Up and down to fill the spaces between the pauses Reverb fills her lungs and she gasps, A second to jump outside of the skin choking her in slow-motion, And another To fix her shadow permanently beside her I was only trying to let you see The trail I

Shelves

Here you go, The shelves are up It’s up to you to stack yourselves up on top of them, it’s not on me anymore It was always a thankless job anyway But you, you don’t disperse and scatter without me there shouldering you, like I had imagined you would Without missing a beat, you tie