Trapped

Trapped in a shoe box

Not a minute to think free,

Walk free,

Someone’s stalking over me…..

My mind is turning black

Soon there will be no going back.

Those eyes are always watching over me.

The world is closing in on me

I feel my legs shake,

 

Traumatic earthquake;

I fall into the arms of,

My cardboard couch….

The smell of sulfur ignites my senses,

Someone has just lit a match.

It lands in the box,

Flames start to spread,

Travelling up the walls around me….

A hole is burning into one the walls,

That has kept me trapped inside;

Slipping slowly into insanity…

The heat makes me sweat,

 

As I make my move….

And run through,

A burning hole…

 

 

The smell of freedom ignites my senses

As my mind is spinning free…

 

What a glorious day this turned out to be!

 

 

Yours truly,

Pancake Slut.