Cage

Late traveller
Sitting in your space
Reclined and complacent
Trusting in Godless wonder
And thunder-clap romance

And the door is locked.

Nothing in
Nothing out
Nothing in
Eyehole glass, distorted contact
Lasting image
Voices in the corridor
Ethereal, leeching
Energetic
Callous

Loud

Electrified
The flash of the eyes
Palpitations and grey mornings
Transparency of hung material
Letting days leak through the window
Unnoticed

And the door is still locked.
And the door stays locked.

{ Citizen Erased }