in the kitchen, I give in
to temptation, lick dirty plates
without a thought, becoming
ravenous in desire and impulse.
in the bedroom, I get trapped
in mirrors, fall into his indent in my mattress.
I am alone with myself, overwhelmed
with memories that shake me to sleep.
in the living room, I become lost
in a virtual world. The monotony of
society becomes a noose around my neck,
I can no longer tell falsities from truths.
in the stairway,I become
a ticking clock, wasting time thinking
that every car that pulls up could be his,
seconds become minutes. I learn hope.
in the library, I thrive.
I am validated, my histories align
with those of thousands, each
life just as vivid as mine, if not more.
I often sit at the window seat,
welcome in the breeze to wrap around me
never knowing if I want it to pull me out
or let me stay.