I set fires inside my skin
Trying to burn my way out
Of a shelter bound to concave
If I don’t escape.
My brain is a puzzle
I have to solve for sanity-
Each piece a repetition,
And none of them fit.
Waking, shaking and scratching
At what crawls between my bones,
Connecting each rib and vertebrae
Until I’ve shrank enough to fit
Inside the cage of my mind.
Walls of my muscle compressing-
Make me smaller.
Limbs retracting-
Be less present.
I yearn to cease existing.