by Sartrea
Coffee fills my veins and smoke fills my lungs.
No need for brains as I climb up and down ladder rungs.
My body moves without me, leaving me behind.
Nobody found me on the kitchen floor, I’m sure I’m fine.
morning shift
Coffee fills my veins and smoke fills my lungs.
No need for brains as I climb up and down ladder rungs.
My body moves without me, leaving me behind.
Nobody found me on the kitchen floor, I’m sure I’m fine.
Garnet Oak Magazine