Yellow Wallpaper

Seldom do I find myself ordinary
Haunted perhaps
A strange ghostliness
Little hated things
Like windows
Sunlight
Exhaust me outrageously

Evenings are fretful rings of moonlight
Faded eyes are at the gate
Weakness
Whitewashed weakness
False relief lies in the shaking improper woman
As she smoothly creeps over

At the head of the stairs
Heavily she breathes
Crawling
Mindless to the extreme
She climbs
Eyes white
Sick

She laughs at me
For now I am the one behind the paper





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