The Pea

every picture and note and smashed bottle cap was thrown into a box hidden beneath my bed behind shoes and blankets and laundry so that i'd never have to look at it again but i can feel it through my mattress trying to seep back in my soul

so i think i'll shove some more crap under there those sheets i meant to throw away a rotting apple core a notebook or two and more and more and moreandmoreandmore