Vessel

i have bottled screams within it.

sometimes it’s a whisper,

or an entire prayer,

just to hold a spectral breath.

i thought of growing holy flowers,

but the walls would

reveal too much:

roots need dignity

to spread.

i swear, it’s the size

of a lion heart.

if only it was:

i am in dire need

of secret mighty courage.

a whole manner of worlds

could fit in the endless wall.

my own little glass universe,

i wonder what i’ll create.