ridethekick
the silver was tarnished and tucked away in a large wood cabinet. it once meant something to someone before them, before they decided to fill the home with their things and name the place their home. the silverware was left behind, the only remnants of inhabitants before their time.
there you go, mounting me together between the craft of your fingertips. just willing me under each sheet, all of your reckless lovers. you'll just leave me here, wont you? under the grasp of these paperclips. and we'll mount the shelves in stacks of memories, forever remaining your untouched lovers.