Four Cornered Coin Box

We only see this cruelty while we are cleaning after we have decided to walk our plans

Four Cornered Coin Box

written by Glorypearl Dy

I found out that 

the room

I was sleeping in

for a year

did not have a skeleton

of a usual box.

it made me wonder

why I felt like a coin inside it.

then I found out

that my money box

was actually formed

like the soda bottle

i drank my soda off

to quench me

from the thirst

I felt since the first time

I slept inside this hell of a place.

I found an empty journal

locked in between 

the fourth leg of my bed 

and its adjacent jamb.

it gathered a year old dust

forming like Lavender Mist

but nothing inside

was an ink of the life I had

not even a blot of pain

or a drip of saliva

as to prove 

that I actually lived.

But the room had a trace 

of the mosquito I slapped

tight on the wall

while I was probably dreaming 

of a better night.

We only see this cruelty

while we are cleaning

after we have decided

to walk our plans

constantly telling ourselves

'Go now go. Get out the door

don't come around now 'cuz you're 

not welcome anymore'

(that soliloquy minus the festive beat)

If only I could throw all of these things

to that drum of dried leaves

where the mickey mouse of a rat

I trapped until its breath spread

the stinkiest story 

that instantly told 

where it had been 

in its entire life.

But there are clothes, earrings, necklaces,

books, and dust ridden notebooks in this room

that needed to be kept

so as to remind of what I should have done

when they trapped me

in this four cornered bottle.

I need not become a coin

or I can be. But with wings.

So as to reach the hole

where the others fall.