Rusted Hinges

My head is locked with rusted hinges.

There are hinges

to hold my scalp

closed.

 

When was I

o  p  e  n  e  d

by you, to you,

for you?

 

Rusted hinges

too tightly locked

feel wrong.

 

When was I

i n s t a l l e d

into here, and how,

and why?

 

Frozen edged hinges

steal you away

somehow.

 

When did you

c   h   a   n   g   e

into a stranger, an echo

of you?

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Woja]

Such sorrow and helplessness

[Rose Downing]

So emotional. I love how you s p a c e out words like that. It makes the whole piece more expressive.