Shell
I withdraw my steps
Closing door after door
Till no steps remain
And the last door closed
Yet there is a thin film of air
That intrudes the wall and me
My skin crawls
Wishing the space would cease to be
I hold on to the wall
Lest the pounding shatters it
Afraid the eyes from out
Would cause blisters on me
I fear the hands
Waiting outside the wall
Not knowing their purpose
To protect or to maul
The shell, the only refuge I trust
Is where I wish to be
Knees drawn to the chin
Shielded from pain and agony
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