right me.
right, you?
undo what you put me through.
upside down, turning blue.
i'm vomit covered so its true.
i see you.
No. ICU
i'm a hallway,running black.
people trying to put me back
but which way do i go?
there is no key.
or lock or safe.
just clowns and pain in my face.
while u stand there tall and mean.
and i'm the one that looks obscene.
my bones crack, and creak
break in my seam and then they take so violently,
in my bed i scream and shake and
as i break back into place...
and wonder if its me?
back into me.
I fight my way.
to another light filled day.
where i can breathe and finally say.
the light don't hurt my eyes,
when i don't have to close my curtains.
and hide.
until then i pray and fight.
from morning noon and night.
until then i write.
right me.
right you?
I'll do what you couldn't do.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Shell
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