Your tears whisper, but they are a scream for help
It’s only spilled milk, although the thought of
perfectly marvelous milk splattered across the floor…
“you shouldn’t cry” they say,
But they don’t understand. Its delicious.
The feeling of the white liquid flowing through your
body makes you grin,
But the milk is spilled.
The smile is gone.
And thus, you think of all tranquil dreams of the past
that fell like a feather just because you couldn’t seem to hold a glass of
milk.
You just don’t seem to be good enough to make your
thirst for a good life go away
The longer you wait, the thirstier you get.
But the milk is spilled.
The smile is gone.
You crave it
You’re so thirsty that you go to the sale to get
another bottle of milk.
And finally, you chug it down like it meant life or
death
Because it is.
The milk is down.
A smile has come.
-me