I Peel Paper, poetry by Kindra M. Austin at Spillwords.com

I Peel Paper

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.

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