Ladder to My Destruction

My nails scrape for an edge—
a lip— a crack to anchor me to, but the walls
are as smooth as Willy Wonka’s bubble room
and I’ve lost all sense of direction.

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I Feel Cold Inside

I feel cold inside. Like a thousand
little pieces of my soul have shattered
and scattered within my mind. My sunlight
hides behind rolling clouds.

Caged

I’ve pushed her deep within; hidden behind
organs and bones. I add an extra lull to my laugh,
plaster a smile to my cheeks. She is stuck
with no hope for survival.