my walls are empty and they
stare at me with accusing eyes.
how dare you leave how dare
you choose.
a woman, i am a woman, and i
am running far away,
creating my own life,
my own world.
the walls do not approve. they glare.
they try to make me drown in
their taunts and promises.
i try not to listen but they sound
so consoling. the boxes
are talking too, their contents
aching to be back in their places,
on the floor, under the dresser,
hidden in the cabinet in the closet,
alone, the scraps that have become me.