There is something in the corner of my room.      

                                                                                                                                                                               I squint to see it in the darkness.

A little boy is sitting on the floor,

Playing with a deck of cards.

I sit up and stare at him.

He sees me and runs right into the wall.


On my blinds, little people are having a tea party.

They strut up and down with cups and saucers.

I swear I hear them singing.


The wallpaper on the ceiling starts to fall.

Burying me in a papery grave.

I call for my mother.


She comes to check on me,

In a stripy nightgown, she’s had for years.

She cradles me as I cry,

Whilst each stripe peels off onto my rug.


When she leaves,

My dead grandmother walks my room.

‘Am I skinny? Am I skinny?’

She begs me to answer her,

As she stares right through me.


I feel every organ inside my body.

I am hyperaware.

Something is crawling on my face.

Clawing at my arms.


On my knees,

I ask God

When will this end?



◄ The Fawns

A Broken Mirror ►


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Thu 9th Jul 2020 10:52

Spooky and imaginative.Well done

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Anmolpreet Kaur

Thu 9th Jul 2020 07:26

Great choice of words and expression.
I loved it.


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Emeka Collins

Wed 8th Jul 2020 21:15

Wow, wow, wow, wow.
You're good dear poet.

I can barely see a cliche in your work. It is just out of the heavens to earth.

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