Inside My Wall

The stuff that hurt me that grew inside the wall has changed every moment of how I live There are certain things which are sacred to me now that meant nothing to me before. Air, for instance. “of course there’s air!” I used to think and now, I’m so grateful when air has nothing in it My washing machine who would’ve thought this would become something I would write about I need to talk more I need to say how critical it is that I have a machine with no chemicals in it a machine that can wash my clothes with not one speck of a scent of anything I can’t stop talking it keeps me safe it keeps me breathing my sheets, my underwear, my towels, my socks my shirts and skirts.. That stuff inside my wall, 7 years ago hurt me so bad that air and a washing machine are the things that keep me alive that and thoughts of my sons. This here feels safe enough to say it straight If someone dares to hurt me again I will shake with fear but Nobody touches my washing machine and nobody puts things into my air I’m just one woman with such seemingly little requests but they’re my life support and I won’t Live without them Please heed my request world Bless me with what I need some fresh clear air for my lungs and my clean, untainted washing machine