Hotel Walls
Within these hotel walls,
I take upon unassuming forms
Claiming refuge,
from the restlessly imposing kinds outside
I may scream, I may laugh
tear apart :
cans and containers,
self and others,
pages upon pages
I may piss and cry,
curse in spite
morality is left behind that door.
The four by four presents breathable,
while the endless beyond, unbearable
How peculiar,
polluted are the air with malicious murmurs of hearts,
perhaps…
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Loneliness ignites terror,
but alone is not less desirable,
than over these four visible surfaces,
where ignorance and patronizing glares
seem to always put a stake into one’s heart
It is always a guess:
the outside’s unforgiving nature,
or one’s own wretchedness.
Inspired by “The Dazzler” by Daughter
-Shinka
