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trapped

i’m trapped in my head
this steel trap padded with broken glass
nowhere to fall, nowhere to run
nowhere to move
running out of air the fuse wont light
drowning in hidden tears
keep cutting the fuse shorter
the match wont light
i’m terrified for when it does

amanda

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2 Comments

  1. brendanblue says:

    Yikes. Yes, the mind can become a cell — a “steel trap padded with broken glass.” And its tension does seem to span an abyss. Luckily we’re more than our brains. Heart sez to noodle, “thanks for sharing,” and finds a way to love the day. Great tooth of a poem.

  2. amandzing says:

    Thank you 🙂

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