This is my home. The mess
you left me with, my abode.
Here, I pick up pieces of our broken world,
shatter them against the walls; here, I rage.
And I scream to drown out the echoes of my screaming,
peeling memories of you, striking the match but
they won't burn.
I can look outside, see your face,
but it's not you, it's just a phantom,
lurking inside of me.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
PuisiPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
