Get me a brush.

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by ConfusedSilence, Nov 29, 2011.

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  1. ConfusedSilence

    ConfusedSilence Well-Known Member

    My feet walk over shattered glass,
    The shards slash at my scaly scarred skin with every step.
    Paper hangs limp from the walls,
    Curling like my spine as I hunch.

    As if my bedroom was in a snowglobe,
    Which an ecstatic toddler dropped,
    My paraplegic paradise concealed by a door left ajar.

    My bed, stripped of all love and life,
    Invitingly sends me away.

    I lie on the glass,
    Inside my own SICKENING SKULL
    And open my eyes to stare at my invisible attacker
    In my pristine room, which holds only me.
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