Coffee and Coward

he wished

his big cup of

his favorite coffee

will never be less

or became empty

no matter how much

he drank from it

because

he’s scared shitless

to go to the kitchen

just to refill the cup

with all the ghost stories

hanging on his mind

surrounding his black eyes

deafening his music-ed ears

he stared at the empty cup

and turned his sight to

the opened door

and inhaled

and

run to his bed full speed

straight to his aim of

sleeping under his thick blanket