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...