breathing blueprints
i knew rooms that suffocate
and secret halls
that
lead
to trick doors
and trap doors
that
release
to confine me
i lived in the faultiness
i have felt my weight buckle
beneath the floor
where anger slept
i confused structures with shelters
i did not need deceptive palaces
embellished outside
tarnished inside
their sprawl
pushed me to a spiral
i moved into the field
past the fences of love
to a shelter in your shadows
i traced the outlines
and sketched passageways
learning that some homes
have a pulse
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TEXT:
AMALEE NSOUR
UNITED STATES