Hannah Woerner

02/28- Marshalltown

doors

Do you understand what I feel when I close the door, when you’re not here anymore
When I don’t have to talk or smile or sing
The only sound is the ring of the thoughts in my head all calling for attention
All full of aggression
Fighting to be loudest
To be the proudest of the villains
To make mole hills into mountains
To make rivers into fountains of poison
Spitting into my very soul, the very depth of my heart
Turning warmth into cold and
Creating stupid from smart
I’m ripped apart
When the doors closes
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