Jack in the Box

Four tight walls enclose my body. I am limited to the space of a small box. Inside it is dark. The ceiling forces my neck to bend at the most awkward angle. My legs squeeze into my rib cage and my lungs have adapted to the lack of air. The floor is cold like ice on my pale skin. My bones pull my skin tight around them like a freezing child pulls a coat around their shivering soul. My hair lays in blonde tangled knots. It's straight and long. The strands reach from the tip of my head to the bone on my hip. My clothes lay like silk draped lazily around the fragile body I call mine. I've never actually seen my face. Im stuck to observe my body from what I can see. Now don't mistake me for a stupid girl. I've seen other people. Not in person, but somehow, in the back of my mind, I know so much more than most.