Smashed
Smashed
The cold stone ground unyielding to your form
The slant of light, monotonous hours
The door is locked tighter than your smashed lips
You head is wailing behind your slowly sinking eyes
Searching for the key you swallowed long ago, twisting your insides into unrecognizable shapes
Trying to claw your way out with cracked and bloodied hands
Looking around you box, roving over crumbling stones
Seeing through the dark into the sun
The trees waltzing with the wind
You know how to get back there but
The pain on your wrists remind you
The chains
On your mind, wrapped, suffocating
Your heart murmuring
the chains it becomes obvious
Smash them
Remember the words
The movement of a pen
The arc of its lines
Lines that make words
Words, ideas
Ideas…
It's dark again
The heat creeps across your face
Feverish you pray for strength
Your joints creak and crack
The cold stone ground unyielding to your form
The slant of light, monotonous hours
The door locked tighter than your smashed lips.
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