What do I do if I've used up all the open vacancies?
There are no more people to use as homes to hide in.
I have to go back into myself, my rooms, my hallways.
Where everything has gathered so much dust.
All curtains have stilled waiting for me to stir them.
I don't remember which doors lead where.
Or if they lead anywhere.
Are they now just ajar, vast caverns into the silence of space?
How much time as passed?
I've lost track.
I have to go back.
But I can't.
I'll sit outside of myself on the steps.
Try not to turn my eyes at the casting shadow
But everything is so,
so,
empty.
And I'm too scared to make it through the doorway.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
What do I do if I've used up all the open vacancies?
There are no more people to use as homes to hide in.
I have to go back into myself, my rooms, my hallways.
Where everything has gathered so much dust.
All curtains have stilled waiting for me to stir them.
I don't remember which doors lead where.
Or if they lead anywhere.
Are they now just ajar, vast caverns into the silence of space?
How much time as passed?
I've lost track.
I have to go back.
But I can't.
I'll sit outside of myself on the steps.
Try not to turn my eyes at the casting shadow
But everything is so,
so,
empty.
And I'm too scared to make it through the doorway.
Amara Pendergraft 2014
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