Between the walls MAG

February 21, 2015
By MissCadabby BRONZE, Flemington, New Jersey
MissCadabby BRONZE, Flemington, New Jersey
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The rage,
oh, the rage, it finds me at night
when the shadows shed contrast
onto what had previously been
too bright to see.
I lie awake and I wonder
if you are tossing and turning
as well.
But I know you are not.

My mind drifts in and out of your bedroom,
and in the very earliest periods
of the morning, I can feel my soul leave
with it.

I’ve left so many ghosts in your room
I am afraid I will never
truly remove myself from between the walls.

When you leave for college
will your parents vacuum
me out of the corner?

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