The child grew inside itself; slowly over the years a jail was formed.

Everywhere, you were held - the cardinal rule.

"Draw your mind" and I, bathed in surrender, admitted myself to Hell.

All born broken; only pseudo-images created in lenses, piecing together lives -

Wanna being.

But I will be no more,

breaths humming a tune, shouts in mind, loving more when out the door.
Lets sit and watch air fall apart,

listen to the faded gasp of one last smiling shriek, (three a.m. world.)

**a housefirebook prompt