Airtight
I cannot breathe

A cold stare,
From my own gaze-
Smothers my thought
And leaves me tripping-
On my own breath

Clean walls,
Clear mind
The white trim,
The crisp bed
Create a symphony of silence.

And I can think again.

And I can breathe again.

For it is here I can make my own music.

Strong words,
expressive voice
cacophonous whisper,
silent scream

In the clean walls,
In the white trim
under the crisp bed,
In the silence

Twin birds,
Each with a different song
On the same branch

Twin birds,
One white, the other black
Both the same beak

Twin birds,
Face each other with comradery
each with wings

Can fly to a different tree
But choose to stay