The Pen

Kayla Douglas
May 10 · 1 min read

The fuming pen looks up into the dirty sky.

It cackles

as a lovely old tree

leans closer for a better view,

rough hair rustling in the breeze.

The pen’s mean green eye

turns from the sky

and lands upon the books.

It seethes and wonders why

life can be the way it looks.

Kayla Douglas

Written by

Life Coach, lifelong learner, travel enthusiast, living in Myanmar, raising awareness and understanding of narcolepsy, she/her

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