Poetic Insights

Content Warning for dark themes of abuse.

you achieved in
getting me up and out of the door 
there was everything jelly and jungle to explore -
i reached heights, tipped myself over 
and split into thousands of small pieces 
how could i have resisted? 
however, the view gradually narrowed -
slanted, 
i was being directed, as the escape routes -
the light they emitted - dimmed
and the entrances were being sealed off
smaller and smaller i became in the dark  
fear choked my voice, until there was nowhere else 
except to sit, curled frozen 
in a foetal position.

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