A museum
of pain
and mental
illness.
Four walls
Gray, mint green
Glow-in-the-dark
stars.
The old
exhibits
long gone
from the first
recovery.
Relics
from the first,
second,
fifth,
relapse,
and new
habits.
Don't linger
too long
on the
passed.
Don't look
for them
The relics-
secrets-
do not want
to be
found.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts and kind-of-sort-of prose
PoetryA compilation of "poetry" and stuff that I've written. TW: suicide, self harm, depression, assault, violence -please let me know if there are others. -thx
