Lesion/s

Alone in the mind it hurts

Patterns pressuring the eyes

Looking forward,

Sounds from

Other rooms

Mimic the voices

Of

people

who

talk

…she’s thorax

...exo-dimorphic

…traumata-anaphora

Gently moving toward

T h e

Corner

Head tilted, head/splitting

Not breathing, throat tic/ing

No one

Afraid to touch the w a l l s

The ground keeps the footsteps

Unintelligible

But the walls give way to betrayal

Segmented-alarm!

…she hears us

…we need her out

All talk breaks into a deep

S i g h/L a n c e

From the corridor

A chair

______wounds

The boards

Auras orphaned

Are lesions

Clburdett, 2024