Rough uneven edges
A shower of grains spilled at every bite
Salty, but not too overpowering to the taste
One pop after another
Can’t, won’t stop now
Leave the bag empty
Leave no trace, not a single grain in sight
Lick the remaining goodness on your fingertips
Anticipate the next bag you cut open wide.
I can barely open my eyes
And the rectangular lamps that hang above me, promptly providing light are only making it worse
The loud bantering of people nearby are like a series of thunder in a sudden downpour
I want to just crawl, hide, cowl in the darkness
Take a deep sought-after breath, close my heavy eyes, lay in the peace that my pillows bring
Embrace the calm, everything is now quiet in its tranquil place.