Grey tiles
Your smile around guests is beautiful and the one I love
The harsh words the second the lock clicks make me wish to run
The constant nagging and shouting and degrading words
You're like a ballerina, dancing on two toes on grey tiles
Always spinning and twisting
My words to make the situation cut my hair and my skin
I love you and I hate you
I wish you'd leave but no, I want to be the one to leave
You make me pour my sadness through my eyes until my head pounds like your footsteps coming up the stairs
Grey tiles, that's the colour of our old kitchen floor
So many memories brought up by small things
I will run away and smile so wide I'll feel free
But for now I will sit here and drown out the insults with fantasy lands and self isolation
The steady beat of the music helping my heart keep beating
Until I close my eyes, and once again see those damned grey tiles
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Portals To Another World
Short StoryHey so these are random short stories,,, pick a title that plucks at your curiosity when you're bored yknow - striving to recreate the feeling of flying -
