neuroticking

I am still

here, my brother’s old Peter Rabbit quilt

and my black sheet

shroud, comfort me

resting on my silent philtrum depression,

the dimple between lip and nose.

The sky is white through the open window.

Silhouettes of branches wave outside

and when I look away, everything is shadowed

kelly green when I blink.

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