paper-thin walls

for
composed of needles &
egg-shells

and in the middle of it all
gravity is its own
different creature

obscure
and ominous
with more weight
weighing
than usual
&mor;; so
demanding of attention

though so quick to
stay entirely intangible

the sweet scent
of weightless futures ahead
-although possible, not certain-
whisp in through the rips
where windows would be

suspended within a sunray
taunting the senses

this isn't a prison

it's a home

but one can't help but feel trapped

when everything ever known

feels so forcibly shown