Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

There it was sitting on the wall
Of a home it did not ask for, yet
Making the most of unfamiliarity.

Screams made it into a terrorist
And in this moment of fear
It became clear: it was it versus us.

A war it could never win. 

I chose a shoe as my weapon
To tattoo it's existence across the wall
In the name of comfort and peace.

I hope one day I'm not the spider 
Living my life at the wrong place or time
So my existence isn't smeared on the concrete.

My mom can't pick me up with a napkin.