roommates

there’s this room i used to feel trapped in. 
dark and cold with an emptiness that allows 
the breath escaping my lungs to echo. 
no welcome mats to greet a soul nor pillows or throws.
only a void that taunts and teases anything i do
in attempt to fill it,
granting me the power to deaden my senses.

you can find the written poem on my blog. links to other social platforms here. — This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app — Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/storiesbynoelle/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/storiesbynoelle/support

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