the walls are growing thinner
every day. The starch and flour
is sour. All around me is grey. I can
poke a hole with my finger to emit

some light, as I linger in the dank.
of the night. At least a fish tank you can
see out of. I see myself as a rainbow
pinata, colorful on the outside but baked

as an enchilada. They can fill me with things -
******* Jack toys and paper rings, gumdrops
and lollipops to name a few. But it doesn't take
a lot to become unglued.