Felt-Up-By-Shen

I am the woman behind the wall.  I shake the sulfurous paper I am the wound licking stain. The sun sedates me. I am a shadow behind your eyes. Moving behind bars, rays falling on my paper     house created by the moon. I am the pain in your womb. I spread my yellow stain through your body with my     bulbous fingers. I am your swollen tongue that licks my hanging hair clean. The hair that drags         dirty on the floor when I crawl to and fro. I am your disease, that sulfur feeling in your brain that clouds your every             thought, that haunts your every dream. I am the lady within the yellow wallpaper.