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Trespass

By Isabel ‘24

Stepping free from your sheets and Trespassing on your sleek black floors They betray my dry bare feet. Clinging to my smooth soles, I stick across the gleaming floor, Through the glass walls, My ghost prints vanishing in the pale, cloud-stained sun.

Vanishing to any eye but yours. Why is it

That where there was never any print but yours - spotlessThese walls forget so soon?

Spotless, print-less far too soon. You are everywhere as always, In all the places that you should have been, In all the places that I never wanted you, In all the places that belonged to you. But you’re already gone. Your perfume, scent, and soap

Cling to your clothes and Clutter your empty shelves, Drip from your walls, But in the dark,

I know how long it’s been since you stood here: It was that entire lifetime ago Of a few months

That you stood here.

There is a calm here that could not exist before, Though I am an unfaithful creature to name it

I do not know what loyalty or love I owe you, but

This place is not better for your absence. I am still the welcome trespasser here.

People, People everywhere

They judge you

For how you

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