Faded Fantasy (публикации за 22 марта 2019)3 читателя тэги
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My parents are redoing their porch,
peeling off the wallpaper and painting it
the color of fog оn wet mornings.
We soak the paper and some of it comes off
in long strips. It’s satisfying
to tear and rip and shred it from the wall.
Other pieces cling to the paint
like meat to a bone and we scrape at it
wanting to expose the room’s underbelly,
the old wood panels underneath.
Sometimes I want to peel back
the layers of my heart and find
what I’ve left behind, what I’ve hidden;
the soft bones, the part of me that’s true.
