the room

the room is quietcurtains softly swaying              hinting at an outside world(i'm no longer letting in)creeping in on myself,                            into myselfhesitating on the doorstepof that body quietly                                           beingi place my hand on the wall                            trembling texturesfingers gliding over              the quietness gaining soliditythe room surrounding mea hug that can be                            compressingi cupped it… Continue reading the room