I Peel Paper
written by: Kindra M. Austin
@AustinKindra
I peel paper,
yellow—
jaundice skin, is it mine?
I sit inside myself. I am a room
with a view,
but I peel paper to pass the time.
My bones make for odd furniture,
so I pace the floor and stare at faces
mutely creeping through my walls.
The space is violently silent,
and
I peel paper,
yellow.
The pong of falling off does
permeate
this prison.
Layer under layer I see,
and outside the window,
others be.
I cannot go to them. And someone
wants free from the plaster,
inside
my
room.
I keep peeling paper,
yellow.
I'm an author/writer of poems and fiction from mid-Michigan. My debut novel, Magpie in August, was released in April, 2017. Constant Muses, my first collection of poems and prose followed in December. I am presently working on my second novel.
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