NaPM April 26 2016

[QDeathstar]

Straw Never Break's The Camels Back, It Only Buries The Needle.

I don't see red.

I'm not flawed moth torn sheets
stuffed in a cardboard box slowly suffocating

restrained by cheap tape struggling to hide gaps and tears;
once a prized possession one hard knock away from escape.

Forgotten in some past due storage locker receiving no bids-
dead weight. I am

bounced out of my box and shattered on the floor.
You can't sweep me up, You've slipped on my remains.

Suicide so public everyone screams in despair.