about

24 y/o. single mama, eng lit grad. fan of tacos, cartwheels, and all yellow flowers.
contact: sd785@cantab.ac.uk

welcome to the corners of my mind.

i am a myriad of small messes and pregnant pauses.
i am your uncut grass,
the seven items on your to do list that have sat untouched for months.
there is panic
lodged in my throat
but if i inhale hard enough it rushes
to my brain
eats away
at the tips of my fingers.

i walk into a room.
the air is
stagnant
warm
the walls
thick against the winter frost outside
you talk and talk and that's
unlike you and i want to cry.

i walk into a room.
and there are two bodies
curled up in sleep
his hand on her stomach.

i walk into a room.
and there you are
a lone figure
lit up against a big window
lights spread like fireworks before you
your hands clutching at your tshirt
your thighs
your loneliness.

i walk into a room
and it's the same room,
over and over but painted with different lights.
the same room. the same panic.
the same reasons to walk away.