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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