I am shedding layers
and decreasing numbers.
I stand on white platforms
with slanted ceilings.
I am not
I am not
I am not
I am not what you see,
I am distortions.
There is only one window
a tiny thick paned thing
double panes ringing and filling with
yellowed dust.
There is no chance of opening
so I close all walls.


Melee said...

My brain has just about shut down for the night so I am trying to find words to tell you how much a like this but I cannot. Your writing does not deserve this lame comment. <3

Kay said...

Wow, this is beautiful writing.