Creative Pieces… 42
Hope you’ll kiss my lips with the words you’ll never mean Casual insincerity Let lies part your lips Keep you parted from me
Cellmates
by Alexandra Niebaum
His is twice the size of mine his four walls reach higher than most birds fly His has softness and warmth couches and chairs with so many pillows some touch the floor Mine is drafty and dark The floor is cold and my bed is made of steel His has color, the sun shines through a glass window almost as big as the walls Mine has drab, grey walls and the outside world is lined with interrupting bars
