Insecure

in
the
attic
of my house
hides a little boy
he’s afraid of the grown up world

Sunday Writing Prompt#242 “The House as Self”

Delusion

if
you
believe
I’m alive
encouraged by your
false promises, you’re mistaken
I’d have died of joy
if I could
ever
trust
you

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