I am trapped in a body
that has lost its ability
to ignore the mundane.
My clothes feel like restraints,
and my skin has become an exposed nerve
that refuses to heal.
The phantom weight inside of me
is a deep hum of wrongness
that cannot be soothed.
My consciousness is no longer mine
and my words hang in my throat
with the inability to elude.
because freedom is futile
when the world is obstinate,
and i am incarcerated.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 11:23 AM UTC
I am trapped in a body
that has lost its ability
to ignore the mundane.
My clothes feel like restraints,
and my skin has become an exposed nerve
that refuses to heal.
The phantom weight inside of me
is a deep hum of wrongness
that cannot be soothed.
My consciousness is no longer mine
and my words hang in my throat
with the inability to elude.
because freedom is futile
when the world is obstinate,
and i am incarcerated.
