by Laura Salmon
Angry silhouettes climb
Up my twisted stairs
They dance around and tremor
And make themselves heard
They touch precious ornaments, lobes
They change things up there
Shadow monster stealing
Things that belong to me up there
I see them, you don’t, but I do
Angry silhouettes running their
Shadowy hands all over my things
They make me feel bad and achey
Especially on a Wednesday
They change the things that happen
They change everything
Those shadows on a Wednesday
Eventual hemorrhage
He touches my spine.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I have been a keen writer and reader of poetry for the last 8 years., I grew up in North Lincolnshire with my family., I am now 21 and in the final semester of my undergrad degree., I have had several pieces published in the past., My poetry is often concerned with the many aspects of the human conditon, and world and political situations such as the war., Aside from my degree and poetry I am a horserider and I compete regularly with my horse Jayde!
Last updated June 23, 2011