My favorite place: where I am most confused
Black cardboard boxes stack on top of each other automatically
And challenge me to find my way:
“We dare you to get out of here safely- will you make it, girl?”
Knowing I have no one here to help
But hoping there is someone behind the dusty cupboard
These thoughts propel my legs forward, what else is there?
Do I really want to live for another reason other than
The potential human being behind that wall?
My favorite place: where voices are imaginary
I can listen to sounds that scare me the most
So strongly self-imagined, they bring the life out of me
So misty, I can compare the sound of my
Shivering, trembling breathing with them
I hesitate to inhale and exhale fearing the
Disappearance of these voices; they keep me alive
My favorite place: where all lights are turned off
No one can see my disturbed and worried expression
Only I witness my sweaty palms and developing vomit
At least here, I am able to fall on my knees
As I find my way out beneath the silky cobwebs
Only the beetles know I am panicking
Shit, will these tarantulas reveal my secret to Earth?
My pockets have been loaded with guns, ropes, and knives
But I remain clueless about this luxury