Safe inside my bold cocoon,
I knit from Memory’s tendrils.
All this time I’ve stood alone,
carrying duffle bags of broken forks,
gathering nails from beneath my feet,
and painting the walls a dark maroon.
Concrete crumbles against my shole,
I brace with a glass of discomfort.
So long it’s been with my back broken,
listening to silver tongues spit poison,
bruising from adrenaline’s jittery fists,
and tethering my heart to a lump of coal.
Darkest hours build thickest layers,
I harden my soul sip by sip.
The time has come to stand up again,
Coiling threats into tin clumps,
Fortifying my shell with an impasse,
and allowing myself to forget all cares.