Outside My Room by Holly Day

Outside My Room

I can hear your hand on the door

your fingers sensing my room

on a time-learned path

shadows no longer as if I’m asleep

brazen, you’re here anyway

I hear your feet dragging down

the hallway, hear the jagged

intake of your breath, even now

hollow fingers brush my hair back

all the things I’m screaming to forget

BIo: Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in The Cape Rock, New Ohio Review, and Gargoyle. Her newest poetry collections are A Perfect Day for Semaphore(Finishing Line Press),  In This Place, She Is HerOwn (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes(Pski’s Porch Publishing),I'm in a Place Where Reason Went Missing(Main Street Rag Publishing Co.), and The Yellow Dot of a Daisy(Alien Buddha Press).