Poem: The Walls Have Eyes

Plain and simple, Pale and beige, Are the walls in my vision. Forever the witness.

The wall that protects you, Also imprisons you.*

Yet, does it hear the injustice of what it sees?

Plain and pale, Simply beige, Contrasting against My mottled blue skin. My body lies broken in pieces on our bed.

Stare into blank space, Walls rattling with secrets, There,

Footsteps in the hall. -Sofia Vigo, 2019.

*Quote in italics from Susan Jeffers


Cambridge UK

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