Timeless Clock

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