What's a home anyway
to discovering the truth
The corners of the room
Connects me
An abandoned complex
Of spray painted skin
With poems of
Bittersweet tales
And foul language
Escaping the fingers
Of the crooked young
Onto the outsides of the room
I breathe in the chemicals
Feel it burn into my skin
Wrap itself into my lungs
I let it sink in.
And I let you inhabit me
Taking what you need
To feel at home
I let you break into the concrete
To build something
And to just give up once
You see that
The wooden foundation
Has been rotting
The chemicals of the paint
Have been eating away for days
It’s too late
And with a smile you leave me
Like a grave
(2013)
I am very blunt when I write. The spray paint are the words and bullying and I am the building.
