Tiffani Hollis

Disrepair



In neat little rows,
They sit.
Windows open, curtains flutter.
In neat little rows,
They stare.

         On crooked broken path,
           I crumble.
         Windows latched, shades drawn.
         On crooked broken path,
           I fall.

In neat little rows.
They stare.

They stare, but cannot see
Past weathered weather vane.
They stare, but cannot look
Through shuttered window pane.
Lights off, faucet drips
Tap Tap Tap.

         On crooked broken path,
           I fall.

         I fall, but cannot break
           Through barricaded doors.
         I fall, but cannot crash
           Through rotted termite ridden floors.
         Lights off, faucet drips.
           Please Please Please

In neat little rows,
They sit.





Tiffani Hollis: I have been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder for about a year, but the condition has wreaked havoc on my life for at least the last 15 of my 31 years. I have made ruinous mistakes and am now trying to find my peace in writing and art.





Michael Wilson Barry Seiler Chrissa Sandlin Mary Ocher G David Schwartz Jesse S Hanson Adejoh Momoh Keith Nunes Christopher Barnes Tiffani Hollis