NOT SURE

Voices in the hallway soft like parchment falling to the floor   muffled words pressing against morning air as shadows cross over cracked plaster walls   there was an intentional restraint of voices creating a curious drama for those listening behind closed doors   it sounded like promises were presented to return   sighs of … More NOT SURE

MY BEDROOM

Next door mumbled thoughts leak through cracked plaster into my stale air   fevered dark shades of anger rise like storms born of heat then coldly pass   blinking neon breathing lights flash to the wall soundless and dead   hidden pipes suffer with song like tenors coaxing tears out of the weak