Wednesday, November 19, 2008

His Room

His Room
Light-colored,
soft rug cushions the
sound
As I jump
from his high wooden bed.
The center of the room is like a
f l o o d
of papers, books and
clothing.
The books on his
shelves
Are sci-fi and fantasy,
Starwars and The Golden Compass.
Posing as a writer,
the boy has writing books
and writes
only
for class.
The blankets on his bed are
thin and rough
Like his body–
the flat belly, the flaming strands of hair.
His curtains are plain
cotton
checkered.
His door is kept open
a little–
Like him–
not closed, but not
w i d e open
Just there–
waiting to be slammed
shut.

1 comment:

Devi_Uchiha said...

Uhm this is kinda creepy... D: