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claustrophic

Delia M.M. Crowley

How far can you go

when your walls are so close?

Corner to corner.

Cheek to cheek.

Before you know it -

there goes another week.


Closed off,

Locked in.

There is no escape -

can't win.


Every day is the same -

laying with my hands crossed

over my ribcage -

Until the sun goes away -

The pain stays.


Another day.

Another week.

One more year:

Bad luck streak.


Aching for a life

to call my own.

666 is all I've known.

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