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
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