~Limbo~

~Limbo~

        ~by Sarah Mahina Calvello~

empty pizza box

on the floor

like a crumpled newspaper

cold floor

the smell lingers

like a pungent memory

like something you're ashamed of

   I'm sorry
   I put you through this with me

the floor is too cold now

it feels dirty and crawling 

so sad

my life has come to this

my only comfort

is the new light

through the trees

its not even called sleep anymore

it is called Limbo

and my back is screaming

for your touch

for something good

in this Limbo 

of a new morning