the room has never been colder.
i never knew how high the ceiling was.
even in the echo,
i can still feel the silence.
there was a fight across the street.
that's unusual for this neighbourhood.
my blanket stopped being able to cover me
a year ago. i feel like i keep outgrowing it.— moving day tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
𝘞 𝘏 𝘌 𝘕 𝘙 𝘈 𝘐 𝘕 𝘍 𝘈 𝘓 𝘓 𝘚
Poetryin which my mind plays tricks on me //poems (personal)