Exhibition

I am an exhibition. 
Everyone sees my secrets.
They lay on my body
Like armour.
I am unprotected.
I can’t run.
People will stare me down.
They’ll examine me.
Every part of me.
I am hung up on a wall.
Forever.
 
Somebody bought me.
He has sparkling eyes and don’t stare me down.
He hangs me up on his wall.
My secrets are nothing to him.
He will take me down sometimes.
He will love me.
 
Somebody got married.
He has no time for me.
I am just a painting
On his wall.
He doesn’t want me.
He wants to look 
Examine
Stare down
Someone else.
 
I watch the couple sleep.
The paint drips off of my canvas.
My secrets fall off
One by one
They don’t matter to him
He can’t see me
Anymore.
 
I am an exhibition
She will stare me down.
She tears me up with her
Red fingernails.
She makes him do things he
Doesn’t want to do
While I watch.
 
I am hurt.
I fell off my wall and nobody noticed.
My frame is cracked and my canvas is
Peeling
She tore the nail off of the wall
I am hurt
 
He is broke
He has no time for a boring exhibition
His sparkling eyes are dull
She took all of his money and left him.
He works all day
All night.
I am alone.
 
I am an exhibition on fire.
I am cracked, I am peeled
I am on fire.
The house smells
Like cigarettes
And alcohol 
He holds me one more time
 
The house is in flames
I can’t see.
He is dead
His sparkling eyes are
Glass 
 
I lay in the ashes of a broken home
Nobody comes for me
I am ashes
I am lost
I am an exhibition of life.
Category:Poetry