paper thin Walls

You can hear the broken writer within the broken lines of this poem. Great writing.


it’s pins and needles around you.
the new walls are so thin – I hate them –
but through them I hear what you don’t say

the eggshells between us grow – I don’t know – when we stopped trying ; one step forward, two steps back.

I reach for you but falter – tripped the circuit – eventually withdrawing altogether – blown the fuse –

the lights were flickering
you aren’t the only one grieving

so why

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