deepundergroundpoetry.com

crying in the ice cream aisle

Teeth digging into my lip
White knuckling the cart
The gelato and ice cream in the fridge  
Blurring into swirling color splotches
I cannot let the tears fall here... I can't  
So I find myself looking at the dirty ceiling
As if some savior can be found there
Yet the tears cannot help but fall as tears do
On a Sunday afternoon in a grocery store
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Beasty)
Published | Edited 5th Mar 2024
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 7 reading list entries 0
comments 13 reads 300
Commenting Preference: 
The author is looking for friendly feedback.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 1:40pm by PAR
SPEAKEASY
Today 11:27am by Ahavati
COMPETITIONS
Today 9:41am by Indie
SPEAKEASY
Today 00:45am by SweetKittyCat5
SPEAKEASY
Today 00:16am by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:15pm by Casted_Runes