(Published July 2021)
overflows in memories.
They spill out across the floor
until I am unable to walk
without stumbling over emotions:
grief, anger, and glee litter the floor
with mismatched shoes and stacks of books.
I live in the shelves of my thoughts
and I am unable to move
as my fingertips strum
the bones of my skeletons.
They clatter loud
when you request help
and I build myself a cage
in old photographs and knickknacks.
I watch the world turn
through depression-tinted windows
and I draw stick figures of my happiness
between the thunder clouds
and empty streets.
Poetic Trials 