Hollow yet sharp
Piercing
Pants
Permeate
My apartment.
The landscape of my trauma
Follows me, creating its own floor plan.
The piled boots and bunched up panties
By the door creep closer to the torn tanks
And stained jeans in the bathroom.
Naked, the embroidery on the comforter scratches at random places.
In my original form, I can now haunt the whole apartment.
Bodaciously Black
