Pantoum: The Tainted Balcony
The wind nipped at my unclothed skin
Shivers like scales bleed over my arms and the back of my neck
Sitting on the balcony that isn’t really a balcony at all
My own space, just for thinking- remembering
Shivers like scales bleed over my arms and the back of my neck
The one place I know they can’t find me- truly alone here
My own space, just for thinking- remembering
And I begin to ask myself how this moment came to be
The one place I know they can’t find me- truly alone here
The brick wall behind me becomes a punching bag
And I begin to ask myself how this moment came to be
Knuckles bleeding- felt numb for a moment, but it passed
The brick wall behind me becomes a punching bag
Collapse and look up- realize you’re damaged, tainted
Knuckles bleeding- felt numb for a moment, but it passed
Sitting on the balcony that isn’t really a balcony at all
-beautifully broken
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