I grow to the sunlight
not the damp and dark
the mold and Clorox
fighting in my sink
No- I grow to the window
and a long forgotten breeze
but there's a lock there
on my door now
crumbs on the counter
and cobwebs I can't reach
lying naked in the hallway
carpet burns my cheek
Yes- there's a lock there
on my door now
flies burned into fluorescent light
see their wings beat
and the silence it unnerves me-
sounds of a visionary going blind
Life toppling onto life
dirty clothes heaped on my floor
feeling somehow less than human
taking pills to make me sleep
lovely write and much meaningful