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 thingdouble panes ringing and filling with
yellowed dust.
There is no chance of openingso I close all walls.
2 comments:
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
Wow, this is beautiful writing.
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