Discotheque Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

my finger remembers the spot
where the broken pen case
once cut right through it
a gush of red ink
spilled generously
onto the crystal floors
I whimpered for a while
until I realized that my sink
has been overflowing
with dead spiders
and the cats have been
catapulted into the seas
the raging rose, the discotheque
insists on keeping me in a cage
to suppress my desires
for a soft pillow that will
make my toes curl at night
right after I take careful sips
of my favorite brand of tea