The walls remembered what my mind let go of-
Forbidden memories long ridden leaking from the wallpaper
A gust of what-happened-here slips out from under the bed frame
And as you turn the doorknob to enter, you feel that familiar tingling in your palm
Perhaps you panic for a moment because you can't erase the grief in the room.
So you sit with it, and it sits with you.
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
