wish

tossing rusty coins

into this well that

doesn't grant wishes.

deep, because

it's not water in there,

it's my tears.

i continue to empty

my pockets,

trying to find meaning,

reflecting,

a visual horror,

my soul,

stretched out.

i dismiss

the storm clouds

brewing,

forming a

wispy ring

around my head.

i want to tempt

fate somehow,

bribe her.

i want to

forget.