The Walls

I feel the walls

Threatening to give.

Fissures, fractures,

Invisible to the Naked eye,

Web across cement.

 

Pressure.

Too much inside.

The pushing at the boundaries

Of what not to say.

 

Shattered glass

And headspace.

Shadows scream

In light.

There isn’t enough of me.

There is nothing left

To fill up the cracks.

 

Existence is too much.

I bleed into the grey.

The cracks sear.

It all

Scrapes and groans.

 

A crashing wail–

Release.

Everything rushes out–

Broken, ragged,

Unspeakable,

Crumbled in the dirt.

 

The Walls are gone,

And so am I.

 

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