dirt on the welcome mat

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sunshine warm as trickling blood
and colors wrapped in rainy mist
whisper must into dark layers
of dried promise and future bliss

collected to rot,
the tulip bulbs, 

sad orbs misshapen
like old, dulled eyes
dwelling dusty and dark

in the basement, their ark,
their coffin sealed tight
with concrete carelessness

Stuff your speech,

Shiny wrapper and all,

Into your own mouth

And chew until your teeth

Gleam with the shreds,

Spread your options

As thin as the ones you’ve

Laid out,

Ball them up and

See if,

Squeezed between your fingers,

They relieve any stress.