Photographers
through me
Lotus Carrolleyes squeezed shut, i press my face against the wall it’s cool against my skin and props me up so i don’t fall in shadow i just breathe and count the words i want to say i measure them for meaning as I will myself to stay with fire burning in my chest, i open my eyes wide i’ve inched out of the darkness and there is nowhere to hide inside me something trembles as i move towards my task i know…
