I closed that door.
Barred and barricaded it,
Left a bomb inside,
I didn’t wait to know it had
Set off.

I haven’t stopped stopping,
Staring through the small windows,
Everything blinded; myself folded.

A tornado streaming through my past,
This gush sets me free, flying uncontrollably
Somewhere else.

The more I fall, the more I find
the shards of that broken world.
I let them skewer my mind,
imagining them mended back together.

I closed that door.
Yet here I stand its way,
a silhouette.
Neither here nor there.