Poems from emmanpeterson

I’m running in circles -- No, spirals. Getting closer and closer each time I come back around, Will I ever actually get there?  
I can’t go in. The smell of medicine that isn’t working, Desperately masked by overwhelming sanitizer that stings my nose as I inhale. No...
I came downstairs crying one night When I was a little girl Because I was scared That someone I love would die, Would get sick and die,...
I open the window So I don’t suffocate But the air doesn’t reach my lungs As I try to count my breaths   Monday I came in to see you For...
Part to whole Less of a whole Just filled with holes Filled with parts that don’t fit.   What part am I If I’m not even whole? What part is...

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