
hiding behind a teetering tower of chairs sits
chipped glass words.
burnt popcorn words.
banana slug words.
water-stained trunks choke them down.
wardrobes jammed against the wall.
floorboards nailed shut.
at night they escape.
muffled cries through hallways.
doors which don’t open.
holes in the floor.
don’t listen.
don’t look.
they are already in the air.
*20/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic.




























