such familiar walls waking
opened eyes, i've embraced,
i've memorized the distance
between my eyes and the ceiling,
my feet, and the floor,
the door, and the waiting.
you have built in me a house
and i find myself in the sitting-room,
watching the colors on the pillows fade.
wondering, ashen hearth,
creaking windows, broken glass,
cracks on floor, dripping roof;
i remain, through it all.
— A. P.
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Accidents: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryIt's like learning a new tongue; like befriending an unfamiliar book, and finding love expressed in a million different languages that I cannot understand nor explain. - you have kept me awake for far too long Antoinette Prescott, 2016 "Accidents" i...
