by Drora Matlofsky
Life is like a box of chocolates, they say.
Sweet?
Addictive?
Fattening?
Nauseating?
Messy.
Chocolate smears fingers and face,
Clothes and furniture.
Disgraceful.
Life smears every piece of paper that comes my way
And it will only stop
when the box is empty.
Last updated July 30, 2015