Claustrophobic
when you left
you stole away the foundations
of my house.
the floor has crumbled and
floorboards splintered
the walls press and suffocate me.
books on the shelf
snap and spit insults
they parrot your final promises.
no embrace from you awaits
the bedsheets wrap me and squeeze
I cannot breathe the same.
YOU ARE READING
For the Soul
PoetryA collection of original unpublished poetry written to speak to what is within.
