Ivy

innersense

What the fuck is everyone so happy about?
I'm wondering if the air
there
is different from the air
here
that stifles and suffocates me
rejects all light and seeps only dark
when I should have been breathing
gasping
I put the mask over my own face
can't face
this exercise in fear projects rejects repels quells
any hope that might have found its way in
crept in
climbing and clinging over the wall I've created
for that very purpose;
Protection is my drug of choice
Self-preservation has made me well preserved
And incarcerated I incinerate
There is no in-between
Free and wounded;
Jailed and bored