Overflow

The words turn in to black splattered inkThe jar is now fullIt overflowsA sound of a famous songStarts playing in my mindA popcorn sellerI fiddle my pockets for some moneyA five rupee coinI buy the popcornMy feet hurtIn the skimpy chappals, I am wearing The news makes me nauseousIt adds to the miseryIt paints the… Continue reading Overflow