SCP #181: No Run To Save The Varnish
I can't quite believe it, but I have made it to the end of six months. I should write a proper update about how I'm feeling, but for now here's a song. My starting theme was slow, and branches of a mind map led me to the lyrics. The melody is mostly improvised save for a little hook, and a few questionable notes snuck their way in and will need to be plucked out when I finally get time to revisit all these songs and do something exciting with them. What that something might be, I have no idea yet.
You spoon me into your coffee
and I dissolve.
Your elbow on the wonky table
and I am spilled all over the cloth
ticking off each embroidered flower as I spread.
There is no run to save the varnish
no race to mop me up
so I dry into the stitches.