my saturday night
my bathroom stall drug
the cigarettes butts on my back porch.
my sunday morning
my lipstick stained coffee mug
bleary-eyed kisses that taste like toothpaste
left, right, you left again.
i lost all desire to be
don’t call me
i am full of holes
but there are roots in my ribcage
and flowers burst from my spine
when you touch my skin.
Kelsey Schmidt is a 20 year old sentient being who is just trying her best. She is an excessive coffee drinker who enjoys petting other people’s dogs and being cynical. She writes here.