They'd say "MY GOD WOMAN, RUN!!!!"
No, really. I try not to listen to the walls, it's enough that I talk to myself, I don't need the walls to talk to.
Since I've been conspicuously not writing much lately, I was pleasantly surprised to be able to run with two (count 'em 2!) poems this week.
Hodge podge of tastes,
Soaked into the walls.
Do I dare ask what they know?
No voices to fill the silence.
squeals of delight
and four-letter words of anger.
"First impressions are everything"
even to the walls.
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