unfinished projects

I’m stuck in this suffocating space,

I'm splattered on the floor,

the walls are covered with my ache.

The two week old coffee is piercing the air now with its stench,

the bread on my desk is growing spots.

I can't get up. I can't get up. 

I can't fix it anymore.

I can't get myself to try anymore,

there’s dust on my knitting needles.

I'm rotting now.