This metal room feels cold
Scratching the floor, I feel no folds
Why am I not wearing clothes
Cold snot dripping out my nose
Can't feel my toes
I wanna go home
Walking on this floor makes me groan
Touching all the walls this room is complete
Letting no light in
I can't speak
Have I committed a sin?
Yes my heart reeks
No leaks from these features
The chest of my own creature
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Thin Skin Poetry Renditions By Domingo Perez
PoetrySharing the struggle I have with myself, seeing things in the dark, some of the poems are towards those entities. Endless thoughts, like white noise that I can't turn off.
