Vacation To Schizophrenia
A whole house aired with dust
and dark twilight at every hour,
there was a mountain— tall as rust
that made me feel a coward.
There were cans and cans on
tiled floor? More dust and dirt
on towels. As a child, I clutched my teddy
bear, while inside I lost
some vowels.
Copyright © Sarah Myers | Year Posted 2011
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