A Confining Nest

She writes all day Hundreds of words Maybe more than a thousand Her family is hungry. Their stomachs are crying. She does not hear. Her husband watches her write these words Sad, mad, bad, cad, fad words. He knows she is trying to punch her way out Of a confining nest, a frenzied world With many voices. He feeds the children And the dog And the cat And the monsters that live under the house And in the closet He sees she is being torn apart by demons Who slither back into her mind Not allowing her to be common Or cheerful, only allowing words. Hundreds, maybe thousands of words. She may come out tomorrow Sunny and bright Or she may bite off their legs and feet. In the meantime she writes….