Tear down these walls

with cinderblocks crumbling like

grey matter;

bent iron, rusted red as

blood cells beneath worn skin.

Hang these signs


on my chainlinked barriers, twisted with

steel &

unwanted heredity.

Keep me here,

locked&still& closed.

I will not fight.

I will not rise from this slumber of

flesh & mind.

I will wait, dreaming,

until you

magic me back into

that tired body of fearful vulnerability.

For now, I am


in my

clandestine fortress.

I like it this way.