Last December:
I entered your walls
Accompanied by someone new
He amused himself on my flesh
As it was rotting from the inside out
A sophisticated scent of wood
would linger in my nose
as he tasted my drying lips
in your stairwell
Last March:
I watched from a distance
Fences surrounding an edifice
Unrefurbished with dust and cranes
Embracing your stone, changing your walls
I looked inside my own walls
Decay, wallpaper peeling
dust stuck in cracks
I was thinning away
This January:
I entered your walls
It is my first time here
I am the newest edition of me
I’m a well-developed character
Paint fumes that filter through my nose
Feel like a warm embrace
I’m where I need to be
I’m alive