a claustrophobic’s nightmare
inside my cell
dwarfed
by dog hair and don’t
an eggshell ballet
of blame
as the clock ticks
tarnished
telling no time
(doing nothing but biding)
my bones stretch
a body broken
pulled
in every direction
but up
and I long
for the gutter
a much preferred
bed of sewage
glittered glass
and broken dreams
and the stars
i can no longer see
© 2011 by Micael Chadwick
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