Monologue..

There are all of these...
    ... words...
  and there is no one
 to say them to,
no one to make them
         real.
 so I say them to myself.
   I pull them around
 my body
    like a cloak
  ( like a shield)
 trying to keep warm
  in this
cold room
of despair


 Artwork by Liz Lemon Swindle