The room

The walls were thick
with paint over wallpaper
and the odd chip of brick
from curious fingernails.
People couldn’t breathe
through the heavy
thought of air.
Kneecaps were attached
but bent in half
and the space between
the hairs on my arms
didn’t matter anymore.

© Carl Burkitt 2021

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