Poems from elbaker19
It used to be outdoors,
now someone brought it inside.
Dying slowly without freedom,
welting and thin,
the stringiness is a bad sign....
The room floods with reds and greens.
It's not Christmas, it's just me.
My mind fills with anxiety, (the red) and illness (the green).
...
There is a deadly order
where people do not have the right to speak
for crossing the border
they are considered freaks.
On a cold, dark...