Concrete Pain Poem by Cyrena Limage
Concrete Pain
Twenty-seven windows in this house
They might as well be concrete
Because the skin doesn’t feel any sunlight
And the darkness holds my teeth
I’m hidden in plain sight
All alone in this place
Haven’t eaten or slept
How long? It must be a decade
Don’t tell me to exhale!
Who knows the next time I’ll breathe?
I think I’ll just stay here
It’s become my only serenity.
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