wild blankets rapped around my fragile legs
and my mind has never been so vulnerable
as thoughts sweep me away to a little room
where darkness and light both exist

trapped in between  the whirl of words
I’m being dared to choose
Pictures shoving me against the walls
Brusing me deeply, grilling me

Preparing me to break

The blankets trap me and take away my safe place
My head is no more place to hide
And as walls keep closing around me
The choice Is mine to make

I’ll break anyway

It’ s just a matter of breaking down or breaking out.

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