i can pick feather scraps
off the cover
for indefinite amounts of time,
irritated by the way
they fleck the navy blue,
the way they make
the bed look dirty.
i got blinds today,
i
can write with the light on
and not feel like strangers
are staring in
through my windows at night.
i can
stop being so self-conscious
when i'm alone.
at least about
the things people can see.
there's no hiding
from myself
the self-
conscious irritation
of all my inner
inconsistencies.
all the featherbits
i nitpick on the
inside.
1 comment:
lovely chels, thanks for postng this :)
that background image is awesome, where'd you get it?
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