Thin shallow scars crisscrossed across the tabletop
Made by nervous tapping.
Slowly chipping away at the once-polished rosewood,
Anxious scribbles that pressed too deeply into the freshly printed paper,
Rusty Box knives that had been put down too heavily.
Orange juice stains,
pen ink
cigarette ash,
smeared across the tabletop resembling the strokes of an oil painting.
Familiar vagrant smells of sweat and vomit clung onto battered legs.
Legs that had been worn down to the bones.
Yellowed glue.
Carelessly smeared on each week.
hung in lumps from the table.
A poorly attempt to keep it together
Once sharp clean edges.
now uneven and rounded, marred by scraped off gum
Etched in messages with sharpened pencils around the side.
the markings of a past life.
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Author:
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- Published: August 10th, 2024 14:24
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
I just did what felt right in the formatting it might look weird tho srry
The ambiguity of whether to take this as a literal description of a desk top or as a metaphor of a past life as in the last line makes this work well. The vivid description and images enhances its power.
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