Seven Set
Sometimes I feel
like I'm the only one
walking upstairs.
Rows of feet stomp down
each step, a wall
pushing me towards the rail.
I muffle their voices
with unplugged headphones,
stay to the right with my head
down. I reach the top
floor and get stuck
holding the door for those
voiceless, faceless shoes.
I don't bother
with the stairs
or the elevator
on the way down.
Words
- Kyle Edward Harris
- "That's the price tag, no discounts, no bargains. Losing my first love was like living in a perfect house, with the perfect front porch and matching dormers where the key finally worked to let me in, until without enough warning, it caught fire and was gone, leaving a thin coat of ash that would gray my life for years, making me cry when I saw a perfect front porch or a light shining from an upstairs window."- The One & Only Aunt Nancy
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