Soft green
algaeic,
crawling
over a poured concrete floor. Sprawling,
stained with traces of human
hair, spit, skin,
now decaying
into mottled moss.
Into muddied
coffee ringed
carpet.
Flecks of blue start to surround me,
pouring over my head,
I fear
I will sink under
Probably not.
CARPET
THROUGH POETRY GRACE REFLECTS ON LIFE AND, BECAUSE SOMETIMES LESS IS MORE, TAKE FROM IT WHAT YOU WILL
by GRACE COHEN