The letters sat all day
On my chest and it
Hurt again.
It's back again-
This wall inside me.
Sends the words straight
Down into my lungs,
In and
In, and
They have to leave
One way or another.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Reflections
Poetry"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
losing the empty
The letters sat all day
On my chest and it
Hurt again.
It's back again-
This wall inside me.
Sends the words straight
Down into my lungs,
In and
In, and
They have to leave
One way or another.
