My mind is a library
After you it was
An ocd's nightmare
Of clutter I stuffed into the
Trauma files
Papers occasionally blew
From the breeze of the windows I tore myself to open
from the files to my feet
They littered the floor
& attacked my body with
Pointy paper cut teeth
The words of the chapter
Titled police testimony
1, 2, 3
Burnt letters into my skin
One by one
How many had now tried to read me?
The room smelt like rotting
& I knew
I was bleeding from within
Sometimes I tidied the books
& felt safe in the knowledge I had
Organised you into the back
Of my library mind
I noticed though
That the blood from all my paper cuts
Stained my newly built shelves,
Paper backs & hard backs
With the beautiful red heart patterned covers
Now with iron-brown
Fingerprints
How do you turn everything in here
Into a damn
Crime scene?
I cried in the library
A lot.
I threw the books at the walls
Praying this was platform
9 & 3/4
Wishing
Dreaming
They would pass through the brick
Of my chest cavity
Of my long term memory.
They say a book full of words
Is no picture screen
I disagree
Your face plays on loops
From the files I'm too ashamed to let people read & so I
Hide them
At the back of my
- Life draining library