How does one
Stay grateful for
The four walls
and roof that
keep them warm
when every second
it feels like
they’re getting closer
baring down and
stealing all the air?
It feels so thin
The air in here
Each breath I take
Seeming to be more
Difficult than the last
I need to go
I need to get out
I need to see
Something that isn’t white
Something more than one room
Something that isn’t just
A hallway on the other
Side of the door
With a kitchen
At the end of the hall
Please just let me out.
About the Creator
Kristina Zill
She/her. Survivor. LGBTQ+. Polyamorous. Writer. Gamer.
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