Out of Order

I can bang on this glass all I want 
shake the metal walls 
and kick the bottom of the machine 
holding my foot in pain after my show of frustration

Nothing will come out. 
Nothing has come out for days. 
The vending machine 
is broken. 

I can yell all I want, 
I can cry out, 
and I still won’t be able to tell someone 
that the vending machine is broken 

No words will come out. 
My mouth has been dry and closed for days 
I might just be 
broken.