White Walls
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You showed me my face
when you looked in my eyes.
I used to stare at white walls with cobwebs splintering the corners.
I cried because my veins were hollow
and my skin was cracked like mud from the tremors of my hands.
When you showed me the door,
I found it inside me.
And then I saw my heart.
I still stare at walls.
But they are splattered with paint
that we found in our lungs.
And the breath that we breathe pierces our lungs
until our laugh breaks the
walls.