Queen Anne’s Lace

(10.2.17)

I keep losing myself like
I’m a pair of keys
And this house keeps falling apart all around me
Weeds growing through the cracks in my garage, the garage with shingles falling off
The pipes leak on every floor
All I see are metaphors
The more I close my eyes the more
I lose my wings
The walls are constantly asking me
Don’t you realize how dangerous it is to hide in your own body
Wrapped in yourself like your Queen Anne’s lace
I can’t breathe in here
But I just keep holding my breath
Apparently air doesn’t want to be in my body either
Is looking for a new home where all the light switches turn on lights
I’m so sick of metaphors
I just want some spark to catch me
Light this whole house on fire
So I no longer worry about metaphors and falling shingles and lost keys

 

©2017 erin hoffman – all rights reserved

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