re-making my room

i look at the nick nakcs on the windowsill
take in the stained crumb littered green carpet
pick up the yellow mason jar filled full of coins and small green slips of paper 
choises 
like all the ones we make in life
choises to leave the clay pigeon head i made two years ago 
or toss out the nurmorus headbands that lay in my desk draw unworn
for i dont take to such things
choices to remove the black window shades that take forever to raise or lower 
choices to replace a painting my aunt made 
with one i created for myself
choices
to make my space
mine
take out the mirror that's exesively tall
get a much smaller bed, this one is too big and too cold
tear up the moss colored carpeting 
replace it with nice wooden flooring 
put lights in the closet
get a dresser for my clothes
put a desk in the corner 
so i can have a good working space
make some dark blue curtains, to replace the dusty blinds 
repaint the ceiling
and embelish the fan with colors galore
set up my keyboard 
in the little sheltered corner 
choices
to make the space i live in 
the space i am confined to
a place
i want to be. 
 

Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

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    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


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    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

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