they found me
ink drips from my fingernails
into a puddle on the floor
I haven’t been writing
for a long long time
the crusts forming on the walls
are filled with my wildest dreams
they sparkle and glow
in all sort of colours
I was just put in this room
others might call it a home
they like it when I decorate space
and there never was an agreement
from my side
© Maularia Fist
