Yellow Wallpaper

February 1, 2010
Seldom do I find myself ordinary
Haunted perhaps
A strange ghostliness
Little hated things
Like windows
Exhaust me outrageously

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

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

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

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