Cage
My body is a cage.
Its walls made of flesh and tissue
As long as I am trapped in this body
I will never be free.
My lips are sealed together
Locking away the words I so badly wish to say
Holding in secrets
That are forever burrowing deeper inside me.
There are metal bars surrounding my heart
Holding my soul in an iron fist
Rusted chains dig into my skin
Holding me down against the tear soaked concrete.
The blood that courses through my veins
Is bitter and cold
The air I inhale
Is toxic.
My
Body
Is
A
Cage
And
I
Am
Holding
Me
Captive.
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