I set my eyes on
The blinding whiteness of
The left side wall in
My room;
It shines with such
A bright dullness that
It reminds me of my own
Bored mind.
My pen is in my hand
Blank sheets scattered on my desk
But I haven’t even initiated
The assignment
My ears are deaf
To the screams of my mother
Outside my door; in the
Living room
I set my eyes upon
The bright blank sheet
And empty my blackness
On the dull white wall.
i’m a haunted house where the echoes of past laughs ring faintly through corridors… paint
liminal haze of waking up,to a white walled,cob-webbed coffin,erasing life off too quickly,yesterday forgotten like,history
blinding sun and choking air,smoking nights in a longing lair,holed up naked or walking down
rub the soap till it’s petal thin, water in shampoo to keep it swell, same
part of this dark i am,she weeps beside meno sound no water,a disoriented beat,with only
