Open space around me.

I’d rather be behind glass.

Trapped like a shadow.

Nervousness crept like a rash.


Borders block the light.

Corners seize the day.

A hermit crab I am.

Snails come to play.


Windows are soul.

Open I’d rather be closed.

Me myself and I.

Our sandcastle has lots of holes.


Bridge to the other.

Away under the bed,

Curiosity killed the cat

That’s enough said.




◄ The Crawl

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