Decades of echoes gone


losing a notion of security

looking down while walking around

eye contact makes me

uncomfortable, steps, 5 floors,

I never take the elevator, small space makes me brace myself for fear.

Please don’t ask me a question

I don’t have a voice in here

This place is a regular haunt

in real life

Brazen possibility

Almost likely

Just 6 hours a week and the bus journey


rest of the time home where I sit in my secret place,

on the floor on clothes caked together with weeks of unkempt avoidance


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