deterioration || liskook || poetry

|escapism|

Lisa Manoban 

❝I'm still sick 
I'm still unwell 
I'm still ill 
tell me something new, something that I need to know 
tell me something that won't make my stomach twist into a knot
tell me something, anything, just something 
escapism, 
escapism, 
escapism! 
I want to lie on a different floor 
and look up at a different ceiling 
a different sky 
a different something 
sleep and wake 
in a different place❞