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Sitting on bare boards Splinters finding their way into my skin-- In another new house Shared with aging grandparents. This space is not my own Built to accommodate extra people, Not a ten-year old girl. Skeletons of a stranger’s past Leave a lingering stale scent of cigarettes, Giving me a dry mouth. My room was his first. Green carpet rolls in Masking baron with poor taste, Matching a neutral hallway. I shout a greeting to my four walls The echo which once replied Is muffled. New house. Not home. Windows invite the sun To my carpeted box Rays act as a makeshift bed As I curl up on a freshly laid floor.
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Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 3:39 PM UTC
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Sitting on bare boards Splinters finding their way into my skin-- In another new house Shared with aging grandparents. This space is not my own Built to accommodate extra people, Not a ten-year old girl. Skeletons of a stranger’s past Leave a lingering stale scent of cigarettes, Giving me a dry mouth. My room was his first. Green carpet rolls in Masking baron with poor taste, Matching a neutral hallway. I shout a greeting to my four walls The echo which once replied Is muffled. New house. Not home. Windows invite the sun To my carpeted box Rays act as a makeshift bed As I curl up on a freshly laid floor.
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katie-hetherman
Canadian
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 3:39 PM UTC
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