Tuesday, 28 March 2017

'Yellow Walls, Two Chairs' by Erin Adams

I'm not sure what it is
that makes people
grab onto me so tightly
to decide I'm no good
fragments of fragility
idolising what killed me
can you keep a secret?
fucked up ever since
a genetic liability
I write when I'm sad
in fact, it bewilders me
a pain so profound
warm salt on my neck
yellow walls, two chairs

I give all that I have
to those who give
nothing back

Erin Adams
Co-creator of Elysian
Twitter: @erincxa
Poetry IG: @erincwrites

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