She hates herself
Says Her spit-river mirror,
Her makeup dusted mirror,
Slouched against a ripped up wall.~
He hates Her too
The hole in Her bedroom door screams
And the hole seems to be
At fist-shoulder level.~
A book about piano playing
Lies broken-backed and bleeding
Open to a page about
The ramifications of poor technique.~
Their time is spent alone
Locked away in cloudy rooms
With permanent feet locked
Under their sheets.~
She thinks She needs protected
Says the mound of pillows piled On Her bed
With only one pillow
Where Her heavy head
Has rested.~
The robes by Her closed-in berth
Say how She hides Her body
As much as She can
To not be seen.~
The weights on the livingroom floor,
She thinks they give Her
Some non-existent strength.~
The thermostat on zero
Blocks out Her cold heart,
Masking it with cold toes instead.~
Her muscles are aching
Her eyes are burning
But most of all,
Her Heart.~
YOU ARE READING
Outside Looking In
PoetryThis poem was inspired by the style of Ted Kooser's "Abandoned Farmhouse." It tells the story of a lonely girl, just by her belongings. Please enjoy my poem.
