Joyce Chelmo - untitled

Crumpled parchment
between my fingers
in piles of unsaved data.
Squished like cockroaches,
& every one hurts,
cut deep gashes.
Today there are no words
to describe how I feel,
sitting in the color gray.
Frozen in place,
wrapping silence
around me
like a security blanket.
If you touch me
I’ll suffer,
& scream
because feeling
hurts too much.

Joyce Chelmo

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