WEDNESDAY: My Perfect Life Makes My Stomach Hurt.

BY ERICA RICHMOND

Erica Richmond currently lives near Toronto, though she is often thinking up new adventures. Copyright is held by the author.

I ungratefully live in a perfect house
with walls that crush;
A place where fear replaces dust.
The ice covered floor is surprisingly thin
and makes my naked skin
turn blue
which demonstrates all my faults.
His charming smile has invisible fangs
and our friends are pained
by his misfortune.

2 comments

  1. Purabi Das

    I loved the poem, Erica….hope to read more of your work. Thanks for sharing.

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