the door is closed
locked away.
key underneath the straw mat
metal writhed skin
insertion
twisted
open
on the walls
pain
our past has held us captive
the floors spread our memories
danced once upon, now cold and vacant
snow globes appear stilled
the whites of our eyes more pungent
windows closed tightly
so the wind can't harm us.
spin my mind with the waters of chemicals
the mirror hides reflections we don't know
the shower burns away the misery of this world
takes away the germs from the outside
and gives us the ability to breathe
the sanctuary isn't safe anymore
for it hides who we truly are
which, isn't good enough for our world
to whom this concerns, well only shall haunt us
yet pondered daily as if is a blink
the air is heavy
the ticks are frightening
in our own home
we are hostile
this hostile house is no stranger
now an acquaintance
takes away from who we are
returned key under this mat for another day
of plasticity
who are we
& what have you done?
