Trapped Inside Myself
...for a friend. I hope you find freedom soon.
By Tinka Boudit She/HerPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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Tasting metal, nothing in my mouth
A tight noose made of hair
Banging on walls made of skin
Spoke once then silent again
I am vomiting inside myself.
Running through water
Which way is up?
Screaming into the void
Naught but salt in the ocean
I am vomiting inside myself.
Shining rays of hope too far to touch
The song will guide you there
The notes fade too fast
The after glow gone. The echo faded.
My compass arrow spins forever.
Prison beams made of bone
Knives of my fingernails
Scars tally the years spent
Oubliette inside, it never ends
I am vomiting inside myself.
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