Another Man’s Trash

Another Man's Trash

From whence has it traveled to rest there amongst the shells and the sands, floating upon time unknown to it? Who once breathed their hot breaths into its spout, savoring the sticky cool sweetness upon lips that spoke other words as mundane? Whose hands held its icy exterior dripped in sweat as the sun shone that day, as it did upon every other day, …as it did today. The skin once soft and supple now worn by its own decay might envy this metal, unaffected by change.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s