Walls

Walls

My room does not have

four walls:

curving and caving,

I trace hollows over the paint,

bumping over the bodies

of insects brushed clean

in Victorian Pewter gray.

I have counted seven walls

in my room:

bumping and falling,

curving and caving

with the hollows

of bugs and the hollows

of whispers and the shadow

of one person in a bed

made for two.

A little bit about the author:

Emily Uduwana (she/her) is a poet and graduate student based in Southern California. Her most recent work has appeared in issues of Stone of Madness Press, Rogue Agent Journal, and perhappened mag.

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A Diary of Isolation

A little bit about the author:

Amy is a Master’s graduate in Social Anthropology at Edinburgh but has recently returned to her humble hometown in South London. She originally studied Archaeology but eventually decided to pursue a vocation that involved more time inside. Despite this, she still misses the dead things and pretending to be Indiana Jones. She is a writer and poet and is currently working as an editor for a publishing house. She has previously tried her hand working at museums, galleries and filmmaking. She loves to travel and generally finds herself in a youth hostel somewhere in the world at some point during the year. She has a blog in which she displays her poetry and writes articles about everything from the history of art therapy to tips to have a more sustainable period.

Find more from Amy:

https://mybestzine.bigcartel.com/