Slipped into the pattern
of a chain-link fence
I'm repeating myself
with metal hands and fists
breaking down this barrier
that comes with the methods
of growing up,
dusting off the child-like
lines on our bodies
replacing them with
studded jewelry and
lipstick stains
Oh how I wish I could
close my veins and
cease the constant
endeavors of numbing
my brain
with toxins
meant to halt the
insane, monotonous path
of parallel lanes.