Empty House of Me
by Tim Murphy
Nine months bedbound
with a living death disease.
I no longer need a mirror
to not recognize myself.
It’s the parts unseen
that first disappear.
Can’t bear eyes that can’t hide
rivers of sadness running
through remnants bones
of this empty house of me.
with a living death disease.
I no longer need a mirror
to not recognize myself.
It’s the parts unseen
that first disappear.
Can’t bear eyes that can’t hide
rivers of sadness running
through remnants bones
of this empty house of me.
Tim Murphy (he/him) is a disabled, bisexual civil rights attorney, environmentalist, and poet who lives in Portland, Oregon. His writing explores the natural world, disability, and the climate crisis. Tim is currently bedbound with Long Covid, ME, and POTS. His poetry is forthcoming in CERASUS Magazine, Honeyguide Literary Magazine, Remington Review, Writers Resist, and The Long Covid Reader, a book coming out this fall. Instagram and Twitter (@brokenwingpoet).