Life

Writtten by Anon

My life is a coming of age novel
But for some reason, I’m not the starring character
Instead, I’m the ink, embodied,
I am the scent of freshly printed paper, the
Heat of my printer,
The pride of having created something of so little value but so much meaning
The summit of my childhood, laughter flooding the cookie jar
I stare at the shower drain remembering nightmares I had as a child,
More disappointed than relieved by my empty closet.