I regret it. It’s the only thing I regret. But
I do. It will not leave. You will not leave.
I put you in that box. I drew lines around you
and under you. Box inside another box.
Did anyone see it? Can they see you? Surrounded
by six glass walls. Smooth, transparent.
Without arms to grasp. Pressed against cold surface.
Looking at you through a window.
You’re so close but for the impenetrable layer.
It’s impossible. You’re tiny, just a speck. An idea
floating in a see through casing. Trapped inside
my mind. The needle jumping with the scratch.
Ingrained – a permanent flaw on the drawing of
a great plan. And now the thought of you bounces
from one side to another. Ever increasing volume.
Sounds that bother me consistently.
Content life poked at and set askew. A crack across
the face of it all. To drive a wedge through that barrier.
To stitch together that which was ripped and lost. Waves
that ripple under skin’s surface. Desire so strong.
The avalanche with no space to collapse into. Closed
mouth with words pressing to escape.