Home (Ladder Poem)
Small
Very secluded
Acres of land
Where are the neighbors?
No sound to be heard
Except the loud trains
Against the tracks
We hear
Home
Pillow(Mundane Poem)
Soft or hard
Being used for my neck,
or my body
Scattered on my bed
Too many to choose from
How about we just ignore them all?
Indented in every which way
Holding an image that is no longer visible
A Mother, a Daughter and a Hospital(Memory Poem)
The many times I've "visited"
This has become the worst
My vision went black,
"Lauren? Lauren, heeelllooo?"
You had that angry and concerned tone
I know you get angry
But this time I couldn't control my body if I tried
My vision came back seconds later
and everything was in slow motion
The sudden acid from my stomach crawling up my esophagus
Burning my throat and nose
You helped hold me down
my body shaking out of control
Every minute or two you'd yell my name
Making sure I was still with you
and eventually I was
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