Mid-Night Bloom Poem by Ruby Best

Slumped over stranded,
in the ocean-coloured office chair.
Laid within a mess.
Crates on crates line the floor,
a pile a mile high.

She stayed still,
a breath would attract too much attention,
dizziness filling her.

A bottle stood proud on the top shelf,
its remains attracting creatures.
The corpse of a tangerine rotting,
the sweet smell swirling with disease.
The Fridge was hungry,
she couldn't cook,
she couldn't do anything right now
she tried to lift her head,
but it was rooted in.

Finally, she rose,
dew rolling down her face.
Her head crashed into the desk.