It's a
stab-along
sing-along
in a windowless capsule
called the environment;
it's like I feel the floor
but can't grasp it with my feet
or run.
No walls are seen
but are adhering to my body
no different than
my cognition.
I think I'm dying.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoesíaWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
