Cement,
mortar, and bricks, my favorite materials
brick by brick I’m slowly building up my walls
higher and higher I can barely see over now
hammer and chisel so I can get some light
Maybe someone can peer in through my pinhole
maybe someone can see through my window
And see this body trapped behind these walls
I don’t want you to see the whole picture
just a corner maybe the wood of the frame
a syllable a letter of the signature
I don’t want you to know the canvas
Every other weekend
I tempt myself
with a ladder
I think about climbing over
rung by rung
and being naked
I question every step rung by rung
Then I climb back down cause I got a glimpse
a scent, a sound, and my eyes burn
the smell makes me nauseous
the pop noises leave my ears ringing
it left me ringing
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