Walls
so many walls built up around
him/her, that s/he cannot see
over the top any longer &
the hurt on his/her side is
growing & the walls so slick
with grease are impossible to
climb & the ground below begins
to drop, so much so that
a catch-22 arises where the legs
begin to lose grip & the hands
unable to keep grasp
force the whole of him/her to
lunge in a last desperate attempt
to hold onto
nothing,
before falling into the
deep
deep
abyss.
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