One-Bedroom Apartment

by sibyllene   Dec 3, 2012


On the weekend
I go home
to wood and white,
quilt and quiet.

I realize
I've said no word
for days now,
not aloud.

I've lived in
quiet footfalls
empty glasses
everything shushed

and when I
realize
I haven't spoken
I drown in quiet

as if it's been here
the whole time
and it only took me
to notice it.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Exostosis

    On the weekend
    I go home
    to wood and white,
    quilt and quiet.

    ^ Simple yet so, whats the word. .soothing?. .Soothing I guess. Gloomy as well.

    If I had to put it in short, I'd say the author is enjoying solitude. The change of environment from a city to a country side, and the silence found cooped up in her bedroom, the most comfortable place for one. A temporary escape from the loop and lines of typical social conventions of life. A moment or two for her own.

    Do correct me if I'm wrong.

    Very well written.