i'm collecting the times i wake up
already feeling my knees buckle
from the shame, the nerves, the stares.
i'm hoarding the clocks that i've stared at
throughout my adolescence
when the nights were long and my blood looked redder.
i'm keeping the tickets i used to escape
the rumble and the jumble inside the house
back then when the walls were thin and my skin was thinner.
i'm checking the numbers, the drawers, the walls
again and again and again
just to see if anything is about to break again.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 3:53 AM UTC
i'm collecting the times i wake up
already feeling my knees buckle
from the shame, the nerves, the stares.
i'm hoarding the clocks that i've stared at
throughout my adolescence
when the nights were long and my blood looked redder.
i'm keeping the tickets i used to escape
the rumble and the jumble inside the house
back then when the walls were thin and my skin was thinner.
i'm checking the numbers, the drawers, the walls
again and again and again
just to see if anything is about to break again.
