Filler Sketch

An unworthy
deep slime
fills a tank
buried in your heart,
as it overflows.
Nothing can replace
the despair
only you deserve.
You hear the skritch skratch
of a pencil sketching
on the walls
of your inner chalkboard,
leaving the marks
that'll never erase.
A dust is cleared off
the erasers,
but you find
you're still swimming
in the deepest purple slime.